Money + Freetime + 1 Psycho = Dangerous Fun

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Who: Antonin Dolohov, Rudolph Atkins
What: Old friends reacquainting
Where: Rudolph's Pub
When: 11 June, 2000
Status: In Progress

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The sound was muffled and distant but from his perch atop the window seat upstairs, white paint dripping down a bared wrist, Rudy stilled with his arm stretched up high and listened. Ah, there it was again. A knock. Polite and clear.

The paint was abandoned, and Rudy hopped down to the floor and meandered downstairs, old shirt buttoned up slightly and flattened down where his hands wiped the wet paint. The pink splotch was still there, unmoved, barely noticeable. Icing. There since the wake and Rudy had found so way of removing it. Not that a guest was going to care: the spot looked like it belonged along with all the the other flecks of colour on his forearms and neck.

When he nudged open the door, mindful of the sawdust and wood at his feet it was with a blank expectant face. There was no recognition, and his visitor's face was hard to see.

"What can I do you for?" He murmured, lounging in the door and patting his stomach free of invisible filth.

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Antonin lowered his hood with a look akin to a mischievous pout. "Do you honestly not recognize me Rudolph? That's twice now; I thought I left a more lasting impression then that."

He took in his appearance with a bemused smirk, arching and eyebrow and letting his eyes wander past the spattered man and into the mess of a construction site. "I brought flowers. You still like flowers right? ...Pretty...sweet things and such?" he offered, holding out the bouquet.

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It was a sort of choking that happened: happiness and surprise filling him so suddenly that he was immobilized briefly. Then his arms were around Anton's neek (heedless of the flowers), warm and tight and pressed to him. If there was anyone he expected to give him a proper hug after so long, it was Dolohov. He'd always been much better than Ed at them, anyway.

He was chuckling then, not awkward, but full and wry and feeling ready to do something stupid if the opportunity arose.

"Sorry, sorry-" He patted Anton's back, grinning,"-You've changed a lot. A lot. I was wondering when we'd finally see you." There was grave apprehension (like he'd expected he would feel), but more overwhelming was the relief to see a new face. Someone who was bound to be original in their trickery.

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Antonin laughed; a hearty rich laugh, which somehow seemed to seep up his remaining accent. He'd been here longer then Rudolph and somehow his voice still rang of home while Rudolph's sounded distinctly British to the untrained ear.

He hugged him tightly, giving a heavy, dramatic sigh. "Ah, yes, more wrinkles now; they trouble me so," he said with a playful smirk, "But you've all ready seen me," he chided, "Or would have if you weren't so thick and Ed weren't so possessive. I was at Margo's the day of my escape, and the funeral come to think of it. Met another old friend. But enough about me. Tell me, what do you plan to do with this fine establishment? Hm?"