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Feb 13, 2011 14:56

[ it finally occurred to Gino one moment in the middle of the night while he was making tea for himself (out of habit, but not actually wanting to drink it or hold the cup or even look at it, because it'd only remind him of where he's not and what he doesn't have, yet again), dressed for bed but not entirely sleepy:

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buggered February 13 2011, 23:02:51 UTC
[give it a second...

thud.

that was the sound of Maxxie landing rather gracelessly on his arse the floor the next room over.]

Ow, bloody buggering fuckall...

[and Gino can probably hear the way his words trail off when he starts to pay attention to his surroundings rather than the utterly undignified ache in his tailbone.] ...What?

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draping February 13 2011, 23:06:46 UTC
[ holy jesus ass that thud scares the shit out of him so that he kind of yelps, startled out of that intense focus he was in. but he still catches the tail end of that graceful string of words through the absurdly thin apartment walls and. kind of feels himself go cold.

did it work? are you serious, wishing air??? is this real life?????

hesitant, and taking his teacup with him just in case he needs to bludgeon some cheap imitation of what he wished for to death with it to make himself feel better, he gets up and slowly, slowly makes his way to the next room. ]

Ah...

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buggered February 13 2011, 23:14:47 UTC
[LMAO GINO. Maxxie would recognize that voice anywhere, even in the midst of an existential crisis induced by being apparently Apparated from one non-home locale to another. so when Gino comes into the room, he'll be sitting in the middle, eyes wide and focused on the door.]

-Gino?

[pure confusion in his voice.]

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draping February 13 2011, 23:18:17 UTC
[ yep pretty much dropping that teacup on the floor, whatever. it's cool brah. he doesn't even look down when it shatters on the hardwood by his feet, just staring at Maxxie with such a mixture of shock and gratification that he does not even know what to do with himself besides hold onto the door frame for support and gape like a beached whale.

and then eventually make some disjointed words happen. ]

--Maxxie. You're... you're here.

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