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The dripping wet figure stared at the sink, wrapped in a towel. He blinked once, twice, three times in sheer confusion.
Where did they go?! I set them right here! He blinked again, and then turned around.
What the hell is that?!
There it was. As frilly as it was old-fashioned, the dress hung up nicely on the coatrack that hung on the door. Must've gotten it from the clothes that Babushka had left behind on her last visit. Dear God, no! The fourteen year old stared for a while before thinking.
"Mariya!`` Wait. That wasn't going to work. It wasn't going to do him any good if she couldn't hear. Mama wasn't there, either. She was at the hospital, working. A young D'mitri swallowed, slightly dryer than he was before from the drip-dry that gravity was providing him. He couldn't just walk out in a towel! That was outright indecent!
Ugh, and she had been as thourough as she had been quiet with it, too. There wasn't a towel left, probably all left outside of the door. How the hell a deaf person could manage to be so quiet was beyond him. Perhaps she remembered what it was like to hear before the accidents had happened.
A giggle. She was outside of the door, probably armed and ready with Mama's new digital camera.
He sighed and dried off, and in a disgusted manner, D'mitri donned the dress. From this point, he reached for the door, making it a point to not glance in the mirror. He inhaled deeply, twisted the knob, and hesitated, the space between the door and the wall barely.
From here, he ran. Mariya was laughing, probably snapping pictures at the whole scene of events. He gave a yell.
And then his foot got caught on something as he landed smooth on his chest. Ah, a shoe. How lovely indeed. D'mitri swore as Mariya walked towards him. The mild surge of pain made him forget what he was wearing, and he listened to her stepping closer.
"Are you okay?`` She asked, sounding sincere. He gave a nod in responce, which, in turn, recieved the reply of a giggle. "Good, then. Smile, Dimasha! I love you!``
After the sound of a click, D'mitri remembered what was happening. Adrenaline surged through him, which enabled him to get on his feet much quicker than would otherwise have been possible, and he dashed for their room.
Another taunting laugh from his elder sister, and he had the door shut. The adrenaline wore off as he shut his eyes and slid down the doorframe.
God, how embarrassing.
Kecharitomene · Thu Mar 27, 2008 @ 11:02pm · 2 Comments |
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