Verschränkung [2a/?]
anonymous
June 8 2010, 16:57:36 UTC
Long chapter is looooong...
Chapter 2: Statistics of Model Variables in Quantum Mechanics
“...and then in front of Roderich - In front of Roderich, Eddie, do you believe that? - he starts making fun of my collection. MY COLLECTION, EDUARD.”
Eduard sighed and switched to another channel. “Liza, in his defense, antique frying pans are a strange thing to collect.”
“But he didn't have to say so IN FRONT OF RODERICH!”
Wincing, he held the phone away from his ear. “Yes, well, again in his defense, Gilbert is also a complete ass. Though, I think that might be fixable with medication now.” He switched channels again. “Ooh, The Moomins are on.”
“God, I will never understand your weird obsession with that show.”
“Says the girl with the antique frying pan collection.”
“They're skillets, and it's a legitimate obsession.”
“Like your obsession with Roderich, too?”
“No, that's different, Eddie, because I am in love with him.”
Eduard found himself smiling despite his steadfast determination to be depressed. “You weren't in love with him this afternoon, if I remember correctly.”
Liza squealed over the connection, making him hold the phone away until she stopped. “That's because when we were leaving the bar, he actually hailed a cab for me - isn't he such a gentleman? - and, get this, he said my collection was interesting and he would like to see it one day.” She waited for Eduard's response. “Hello? Eddie?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry; Moomins.”
“You say that like it's an excuse!”
Eduard frowned. “You mean it's not?”
“Not in this country, it's not!”
“So I spent a summer in Finland and came home with a slight--”
“Read: MAJOR.”
“Okay, major obsession with a children's cartoon show. It's better than Jones and his obsession with pissing Kirkland off every chance he gets. At least my obsession doesn't get people stressed out and almost fired.”
“It does when your best friend in the whole world is telling you about something that may have a major effect on her entire life and you're too busy watching The Moomins to even listen!”
Once again, Eduard couldn't help smiling. “Sorry, Lizzie. I'm glad he wants to see your frying pans.”
“Skillets!”
“Okay, skillets.” He yawned and stretched, ready to settle in for a full night of gossip and Moomins when he thought he heard something odd coming from the front room. He muted the TV and listened closer, and there it was again: a slight, apprehensive knock on his front door. “Hang on, Liza, there's someone at the door,” he said, and crossed the room to check it. Please don't let it be Scary Ivan again, he found himself praying as he pressed his eye to the peephole.
His heart stopped as he saw something that was definitely not Scary Ivan - it was a short, fair-haired figure with lavender-purple eyes looking anxiously up at the peephole in something like desperation. Tino. Eduard's heart started up again at a rapid pace, pounding in his chest like a marching band drummer on crack. I've had fantasies that started this way, he found himself thinking, and he put the phone up to his ear somewhat dreamily.
“I'm going to have to call you back,” he said. Liza made a curious sound.
“Huh? What's going on? Who is it? Oooh, is it Hot-Neighbor-Boy? Is it? Is i--” He shut off the phone and tossed it backward toward the couch before hurriedly running a hand through his hair and hoping to whatever gods might be watching that he didn't make a fool of himself.
Chapter 2: Statistics of Model Variables in Quantum Mechanics
“...and then in front of Roderich - In front of Roderich, Eddie, do you believe that? - he starts making fun of my collection. MY COLLECTION, EDUARD.”
Eduard sighed and switched to another channel. “Liza, in his defense, antique frying pans are a strange thing to collect.”
“But he didn't have to say so IN FRONT OF RODERICH!”
Wincing, he held the phone away from his ear. “Yes, well, again in his defense, Gilbert is also a complete ass. Though, I think that might be fixable with medication now.” He switched channels again. “Ooh, The Moomins are on.”
“God, I will never understand your weird obsession with that show.”
“Says the girl with the antique frying pan collection.”
“They're skillets, and it's a legitimate obsession.”
“Like your obsession with Roderich, too?”
“No, that's different, Eddie, because I am in love with him.”
Eduard found himself smiling despite his steadfast determination to be depressed. “You weren't in love with him this afternoon, if I remember correctly.”
Liza squealed over the connection, making him hold the phone away until she stopped. “That's because when we were leaving the bar, he actually hailed a cab for me - isn't he such a gentleman? - and, get this, he said my collection was interesting and he would like to see it one day.” She waited for Eduard's response. “Hello? Eddie?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry; Moomins.”
“You say that like it's an excuse!”
Eduard frowned. “You mean it's not?”
“Not in this country, it's not!”
“So I spent a summer in Finland and came home with a slight--”
“Read: MAJOR.”
“Okay, major obsession with a children's cartoon show. It's better than Jones and his obsession with pissing Kirkland off every chance he gets. At least my obsession doesn't get people stressed out and almost fired.”
“It does when your best friend in the whole world is telling you about something that may have a major effect on her entire life and you're too busy watching The Moomins to even listen!”
Once again, Eduard couldn't help smiling. “Sorry, Lizzie. I'm glad he wants to see your frying pans.”
“Skillets!”
“Okay, skillets.” He yawned and stretched, ready to settle in for a full night of gossip and Moomins when he thought he heard something odd coming from the front room. He muted the TV and listened closer, and there it was again: a slight, apprehensive knock on his front door. “Hang on, Liza, there's someone at the door,” he said, and crossed the room to check it. Please don't let it be Scary Ivan again, he found himself praying as he pressed his eye to the peephole.
His heart stopped as he saw something that was definitely not Scary Ivan - it was a short, fair-haired figure with lavender-purple eyes looking anxiously up at the peephole in something like desperation. Tino. Eduard's heart started up again at a rapid pace, pounding in his chest like a marching band drummer on crack. I've had fantasies that started this way, he found himself thinking, and he put the phone up to his ear somewhat dreamily.
“I'm going to have to call you back,” he said. Liza made a curious sound.
“Huh? What's going on? Who is it? Oooh, is it Hot-Neighbor-Boy? Is it? Is i--” He shut off the phone and tossed it backward toward the couch before hurriedly running a hand through his hair and hoping to whatever gods might be watching that he didn't make a fool of himself.
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