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savetheearth2013-09-28 07:30 pm
ex_purity762) wrote in savetheearth2013-09-28 07:30 pm
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Who: Pierce Asher purity and Miles Asher skycutter
Where: Miles' house!
When: 9/28
What: Time for bro-visits, of course.
[He's humming cheerfully as he parks his car in front of the familiar house, muting out the faint buzzing in his head. Whatever works, he figures, relieved that the odd nagging bit of noise is gone at least for the moment.
When he approaches the door, he pauses, debating with himself. Pierce reaches toward the doorknob, pauses, and retracts his hand again. Though he knows it bothers Miles when he rings the doorbell like any guest would, he nevertheless feels like it's what he's supposed to do. Ever since the divorce, he's felt that way.
No matter what anyone says to him, the sense that there's some invisible partition between him and the people in this house looms over him. Pierce feels like a guest in his own home, so why not this one too? His house might be opulent, but it's cold and barren, and he's just about always alone.
So he can never deny the sense that he doesn't belong there, an object out of place. If he doesn't belong in the place that's supposed to be his home, how can this house be different? The stranger the world gets, the more Pierce is compelled to ponder these things. Maybe he's endangering them by coming here.
He hates it. He doesn't understand it.
Once again, he sets his jaw and reaches for the door.
Once again, he halts before he actually touches it]
purity and Miles Asher skycutterWhere: Miles' house!
When: 9/28
What: Time for bro-visits, of course.
[He's humming cheerfully as he parks his car in front of the familiar house, muting out the faint buzzing in his head. Whatever works, he figures, relieved that the odd nagging bit of noise is gone at least for the moment.
When he approaches the door, he pauses, debating with himself. Pierce reaches toward the doorknob, pauses, and retracts his hand again. Though he knows it bothers Miles when he rings the doorbell like any guest would, he nevertheless feels like it's what he's supposed to do. Ever since the divorce, he's felt that way.
No matter what anyone says to him, the sense that there's some invisible partition between him and the people in this house looms over him. Pierce feels like a guest in his own home, so why not this one too? His house might be opulent, but it's cold and barren, and he's just about always alone.
So he can never deny the sense that he doesn't belong there, an object out of place. If he doesn't belong in the place that's supposed to be his home, how can this house be different? The stranger the world gets, the more Pierce is compelled to ponder these things. Maybe he's endangering them by coming here.
He hates it. He doesn't understand it.
Once again, he sets his jaw and reaches for the door.
Once again, he halts before he actually touches it]
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It's rare that he'd want to, to be honest, but really, really after the events of the last few weeks, he thinks he deserves it. So he grumpily trudges downstairs and drags Gingerbread back by the collar with his good, yet non-dominant hand.]
Stop it, you dumb dog. There's nothing there so just go back to your bed and be quiet.
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Except whatever owns that muffled voice on the other side of the door]
Good morning, Miles.
[He still hasn't gotten past his doorknob-reach-and-retract. But he definitely knows his brother's voice when he hears it. Much easier to hear voices from houses smaller than his, in Pierce's experience.
Not that he often has occasion to test as much]
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[That's not right. That's most definitely Pierce's voice, but he's not ringing the doorbell or anything, which is weird enough for Miles.]
Uh, hi?
What're you doing out there?
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That's...actually a good question. [For his part, he manages a small laugh, mentally dismissing his earlier thoughts] I suppose I got distracted.
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You're just waiting to ring the doorbell aren't you? Just come in already.
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Alright...
[Just give him a few more moments of having a standoff with the door, as though the knob might be equipped with electric shock. It's a very simple action and he does know that, and he was invited in.
Still, it still seems like an intrusion.
It's at least a minute before he actually grasps the doorknob and turns it, only...]
It's locked.
[Well, he tried]
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[Always with this conversation, sheesh. And he cant even go and unlock the door for his brother, because he has to hang onto the dog.]
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[He fumbles with pockets, trying to remember which one he put that particular key in]
So mom settled on a dog, huh?
[Yes still talking through the door. Pierce doesn't remember being quite this absent-minded, but that weird buzzing sure has been getting to him]
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[He lets out a heavy, ever-suffering sigh.]
Pierce, are you going to open the door sometime? Because I cant open it for you since I have to hold onto the dog, otherwise he might run outside and hit a car or something. [And mom would kill him if he let the dog die.]
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[What follows are his receding footfalls. Big bro's just a little out of sorts today, pay it no mind]
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[Miles is just giving up on that, and putting the dog in the kitchen, making sure to close that dog gate he bothered their mother to install so the dog wont run out again.
So he's the one who opens the door, fumbling a little because he's got only the one hand to work with.]
You know what? Just come on in.
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Sorry, I'm usually a little more organized... Guess my mind was on other stuff?
[Naturally that other stuff doesn't seem terribly serious when he shrugs it off and heads back toward the door]
But I didn't forget something else. [He pulls a yellow, egg-shaped object out of his pocket as he reaches the doorway] They came out with a new version of that pocket-pet.