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Sep 27, 2006 18:03
Sasha, recently de-peached, is on a small path through the woods.
Maybe he's looking for something, maybe he's just walking. He's not too certain himself.
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mosca_mye
September 27 2006, 23:25:50 UTC
Mosca is similarly prowling, as it happens, having left Saracen cheerfully ravaging the lawn (and possibly the passersby). "Hullo."
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wishandwait
September 27 2006, 23:30:11 UTC
"Oh!" Sasha says, "Hello, miss. How's your goose?"
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mosca_mye
September 27 2006, 23:37:59 UTC
"He's all right." She looks up at him a little warily, not quite sure if she recognizes him.
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wishandwait
September 27 2006, 23:47:50 UTC
"Oh, good," Sasha says. He tucks his hands into his pockets and pauses when it occurs to him that the last time he saw her he was, in fact, a girl.
"Ah," he says and frowns. "I, ah. I - didn't look quite myself, last time I saw you."
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mosca_mye
September 27 2006, 23:49:09 UTC
Mosca tips her head to one side, as though that might help. "'S that so?"
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wishandwait
September 27 2006, 23:52:05 UTC
Sasha nods, turning a little red about the cheeks.
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mosca_mye
September 28 2006, 00:03:21 UTC
"Well, I guess you mustn't of, 'cause I don't remember." She shrugs, and looks at him right way up again. "I'm Mosca."
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wishandwait
September 28 2006, 00:10:15 UTC
"Sasha," Sasha says, and grins. "Pleased to meet you properly, Mosca."
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mosca_mye
September 28 2006, 00:17:45 UTC
She tucks her hands behind her. "Where you from, then? Don't seem like hardly anybody here is from real places."
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wishandwait
September 28 2006, 00:20:35 UTC
Sasha laughs. "I've noticed that. I come from Russia - we live in the woods there, in the forest north of Kiev."
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mosca_mye
September 28 2006, 00:27:56 UTC
"Huh," is Mosca's eloquent opinion. "Never heard of that one, either. Who's 'we'?"
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wishandwait
September 28 2006, 00:57:08 UTC
"Maybe we're far away," Sasha says, because Russia may be a lot of things, but imaginary is not one of them. "Ah, sorry. 'We' is my friends and I."
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mosca_mye
September 28 2006, 02:24:30 UTC
"Yeah?" She swings a foot, considering this. "My town's in the woods, too. Well, nearly. And I don't live there no more, but still..."
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wishandwait
September 28 2006, 02:30:25 UTC
"They stick with you?" Sasha asks, and wriggles his bare toes into the dust.
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mosca_mye
September 28 2006, 02:34:21 UTC
"I guess so."
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wishandwait
September 28 2006, 02:56:35 UTC
Sasha smiles. "I think so, too."
He looks about at the lower branches. "This forest is different from ours. Less pine, for one. Fewer ash."
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"Ah," he says and frowns. "I, ah. I - didn't look quite myself, last time I saw you."
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He looks about at the lower branches. "This forest is different from ours. Less pine, for one. Fewer ash."
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