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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 7, 2005 2:27:01 GMT -5
"I'm sure Zero has some." Freak Boy said, taking a bite of the cake. He was proud of himself for baking it, it turned out surprisingly well.
"Being dead sounds like fun... I'd love to spend my time scaring the bejezus out of unsuspecting people... especially those ditzy school girls."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 7, 2005 2:28:14 GMT -5
"Ah yes, tension... Life is like that sometimes..." I say, simultaneously addressing and dismissing Vossya's comment. I turn to Sephos.
"Ah yeah I do actually." I say, scratching my head and trying to hide my blushing, feeling that I am the focal point of the room. I hand Sephos a cigarette and try to avert the others attention.
"Hey look at this lamp. This lamp was left here with the apartment. It's not very interesting, but it ah... Gives me light..." I say, taking one of my cigarettes, and resting it between my lips.
"...and I'm sure it has stories to tell... Boy... If this lamp could talk..." It would probably be as boring as me.
"Do you want some cake, Freakboy? Oh wait, you have some... How about some tea?" I say, walking into the kitchen.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 7, 2005 2:30:38 GMT -5
"No thanks, I'm not a tea person. Never really did like the stuff." he said. "But I hope you enjoy the cake."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 7, 2005 2:32:50 GMT -5
Bassarov frowns and goes to the kitchen for some tea.
"So Mischa and Sephos, do you consider the tomato a fruit or a vegetable?"
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Post by Sephos on Jan 7, 2005 2:34:15 GMT -5
Just feeling the paper of the cigarette between my fingers sends a little thrill of excitement through my body...
Maybe it was the combination of the cigarette and looking at Zero... and learning that she is mechanically minded as well as a smoker...
I put the cigarette between my lips and dig around in my empty pockets for a match or lighter.
I am glad that Mischa has drawn the attention away from us and to the lamp... or whatever... I could care less what people are talking about, as long as it isn't me...
match... match...
d**nit! I need a match!
I sit down on an old sofa and fumble around some more, not thinking to ask anyone for a light.
Bassarov asks me something about tomatoes...
"Yeah, they're great... I like really juicy ones..."
I continue to search for a match.#nosmileys
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 7, 2005 2:35:24 GMT -5
"It tastes like a vegetable and goes on a salad, but I think I'm going to have to say that it's a fruit, just to be different." I say, taking my first bite of cake after holding the plate for a good five minutes. mmm...
"This cake is good, Freakboy, thanks." I say, satiating my sweet tooth.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 7, 2005 2:36:00 GMT -5
"Hey, catch." Freak Boy says, pulling out a lighter and tossing it to her.
He looked to Bassarov.
"Not this again... it's a vegetable."
"Thanks, Mischa. I'm glad you like it."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 7, 2005 2:38:03 GMT -5
"Well, I decided earlier it was both, but if I had to pick one or the other, I would say fruit." Bassarov replies.
"And mandarin oranges go on salads and those are fruits. You need a better fruit/vegetable system, comrade."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 7, 2005 2:39:19 GMT -5
"It's a vegetable! The guy at the market said it was a fruit because he was charging more for fruits, I should've had to pay $2 less than I did!" Freak Boy said, his tone resembling that of George Castanza.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 7, 2005 2:41:11 GMT -5
Bassarov has never seen Seinfeld so he can only shrug when Freakboy's voice changes.
"Good to have you back Sephos, we are having a meeting on Sunday. Oh, and Leon Trotsky is alive and living with Lady Violet!"
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 7, 2005 2:42:30 GMT -5
His voice didn't change, just the tone went whiny like Castanza's. Complain, whine blah blah, money. You know, that tone.
"Trotsky and Violet... that image still gives me nightmares." Freak Boy said as he took another bite of his cake.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 7, 2005 2:43:14 GMT -5
"Oh come on... Mandarin orange salads are so petty bourgeois, my ex girlfriend Tanya used to eat those..." I say, shivering. "I'm talking about working class salads. And I think I'm going to adopt the vegetable position now just to be negative, Vossya." I say stubbornly.
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Post by Sephos on Jan 7, 2005 2:43:22 GMT -5
I am forever indebted to the man with the cake who gave me fire! I light up the cigarette in a frenzied manner, and as the smoke cascades down my throat, it is as if a blanket of contentment has covered me and I could be happy for the rest of my life.
I sit there, taking a few puffs, revelling in the smoothness of the hot smoke, feelingt he nicotine take effect, then I stand and join the conversation.
"I believe it is a fruit. I think it has to do with how it holds its seeds."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 7, 2005 2:45:10 GMT -5
"Thank you Mischa." Freak Boy said with his mouth full. He swallowed his cake. "See, he's the smart one." he said with a grin.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 7, 2005 2:46:53 GMT -5
"Yes that is correct, Sephos. Very good. As I said earlier, botanists would argue that the tomato is a fruit for that very reason."
Bassarov looks to Mischa.
"Petty Bourgeois, maybe I will start eating salads with fruit on them just to prove that they can be a revolutionary food of the masses."
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