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thisavrou_log2015-12-15 05:10 pm
whatdidisay) wrote in thisavrou_log2015-12-15 05:10 pm
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Who: ivan vorpatril and miles vorkosigan
When: dec. 15th
Where: miles' office
What: ivan has a gift for miles, things rapidly deteriorate.
Warnings: cousins being assholes.
"You still look like shit, by the way." Is how Ivan starts this conversation, throwing himself down into the chair across from Miles' desk, stretching out across the gap. Unlike most of the ship, who have taken to appropriating blankets from wherever they can, Ivan’s been left with his own uniforms because someone has continually stolen his. He’s about to fix that, however.
Anyway, Miles seems to be— better, he guesses, since he got out of the morgue and found the body. Also: unnerving, and now Ivan feels like he's going to be an paranoia competition with Miles on who can jump highest and first. It's a wonder why they never seem to sync up properly — things Ivan thinks are fine, Miles thinks are unreasonable. And the things that send Ivan into fits, his cousin thinks are fine. God knows where they are now, but his paranoia is at least a little bit balanced out by the women he’s met. And the one he has a date with, in the future. But, back to why he's here—
"I got you a gift, since it’s close to your birthday and all — I think we missed Gregor's, but he doesn’t seem to have minded not getting gold this year, and I think you were dead. Funny, I would have thought the fireworks would have been a big draw." His is up next, in the spring. Or whatever passes for spring on a ship. "But, before I give it to you, I want my blanket back."
Seriously Miles, he's been sleeping in these clothes.
When: dec. 15th
Where: miles' office
What: ivan has a gift for miles, things rapidly deteriorate.
Warnings: cousins being assholes.
"You still look like shit, by the way." Is how Ivan starts this conversation, throwing himself down into the chair across from Miles' desk, stretching out across the gap. Unlike most of the ship, who have taken to appropriating blankets from wherever they can, Ivan’s been left with his own uniforms because someone has continually stolen his. He’s about to fix that, however.
Anyway, Miles seems to be— better, he guesses, since he got out of the morgue and found the body. Also: unnerving, and now Ivan feels like he's going to be an paranoia competition with Miles on who can jump highest and first. It's a wonder why they never seem to sync up properly — things Ivan thinks are fine, Miles thinks are unreasonable. And the things that send Ivan into fits, his cousin thinks are fine. God knows where they are now, but his paranoia is at least a little bit balanced out by the women he’s met. And the one he has a date with, in the future. But, back to why he's here—
"I got you a gift, since it’s close to your birthday and all — I think we missed Gregor's, but he doesn’t seem to have minded not getting gold this year, and I think you were dead. Funny, I would have thought the fireworks would have been a big draw." His is up next, in the spring. Or whatever passes for spring on a ship. "But, before I give it to you, I want my blanket back."
Seriously Miles, he's been sleeping in these clothes.
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"Yeah, well, if I do I'm not coming to you for help," Miles yells after him lamely, but Ivan's already out the door. Always have to have the last word, don't you, boy? And it wasn't even a good one. With a groan, Miles sinks back into his chair and buries his face in his hands.