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[cometoruin]

[you come home to some asshole draped over a chair, eating your pudding and stealing your man]

Aren't you going to ask me what I've been up to?

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[jetlagged]

I didn't on—

[oh, yeah, how was i going to explain this again]

[coffeerobots]

[is that MY PUDDING?]

I didn't realise we had a guest.

[jetlagged]

[errrRRRR]

Yeah, uh, he has this annoying habit of just letting himself in—

[cometoruin]

[you might as well not be there]

Oh, don't pretend you're not happy to see me.

[coffeerobots]

And who is he supposed to be? Your younger brother?

[cometoruin]

Mitya's not into incest.

—Are you?

[jetlagged]

[WHY ME WHY NOW]

This is— Aleksandr. We work together. Sometimes.

[coffeerobots]

[i see how this is]

What is it doing here?

[cometoruin]

[smiling behind his spoon]

Just the usual house call.

[jetlagged]

[rather quickly]

He's a doctor. And we don't have anything scheduled, he just likes to inconvenience me.

[coffeerobots]

You've fed it.

[cometoruin]

This is hardly food.

[coffeerobots]

[how DARE YOU INSULT PUDDING]

I'm going to my room.

[jetlagged]

He'll be leaving soon.

[cometoruin]

Yes, it's a bit too cramped here for my liking. If only you'd returned one of my calls.

[coffeerobots]

You can go outside.

[cometoruin]

Why don't you?

[jetlagged]

Sasha. Go home.

[coffeerobots]

I'm not concerned about it being cramped.

[cometoruin]

Hmph.

[standing up]

Take care not to undo those sutures, Mitya.

[jetlagged]

I know, thanks.

[coffeerobots]

[going to his room!!!]

Hmph.

[cometoruin]

[quietly]

Are you quite aware of what you're doing?

[jetlagged]

[pushing him toward the door by the shoulders]

Whatever you're trying to do, it doesn't look like leaving.

[cometoruin]

I'm only saying—