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« You are not welcome here. » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION DANIIL DANKOVSKY ✦ PATHOLOGIC 2 / MARBLE NEST
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I say, I was not expecting to encounter such a fascinating apparatus. Though I wonder if profundity is not lost in the spoken word. Far from me to cast aspersions on the magnificent Graham Bell, but it seems to me as if the god Hermes himsel--{BEEP]

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[A wondering Constantin is the cutest thing, or so his wild boyfriend thinks. He kisses the precious space between the man's eyebrows, glad he is thinking about the right kind of death. That is, not his own.]

I honestly wish I knew. This one merely contracts itself and wrings its toes, but it has probably lost impetus by now. Of course, if I had a whole body, it would be a completely different matter. There's nothing more stunning than a proper reanimation.

[Constantin knows the little doctor so well. He does make a face at the m word. Still, he can't help but abide to his dear's wishes, especially when he's in such a sad state.]

...I see it comes in a beautiful shape, at least.

[takeroot]

[Hmm, yes, a proper reanimation, sure thing— Constantin hums while he fiddles with the mirror, uncertain if he would like to see a whole reanimation, currently. A foot is different, but he supposes depending on how many affectionate little kisses he earns for supporting Danya's Doctor Time, he can make some adjustments...

Later, though. The poor foot.]

Darling, is there a foot sitting out on your dining room table as we speak? What if she tried to escape before losing her verve?

[Imagine! Anyway, the mirror: once he's got it open he squints at it for a moment, to ensure that the random memory of hopefully his house is, indeed, his house, then he holds it up so Daniil can see. The house is large, and since this is a point-of-view memory, the sight of it keeps bobbing in and out as the past Constantin looks at all kinds of other things - the truly annoying amount of stairs up to the house, the construction scaffolding still clinging to its far side, the little brownstone next door, a side street leading to who knows what kind of exciting mysteries - but at the top of the stairs, the house. A guard hastens forward to open the front doors, revealing just a glimpse of opulent tile flooring and another staircase on the far side of the foyer, and then the memory loops back to the beginning.

Please behold!!]

You made a face.

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[If supporting Doctor Time means more kisses, Constantin is a very lucky man indeed, for Daniil is very fond of both.]

It would be very exciting if she did, wouldn't it? [His whole face is alight with the idea, like a little boy presented with very sugary chocolate cake.] That would be a new record, and perhaps a sign of sentience!

[But oh, your Excellency, your house is so big. He's making another face again, but this time it's a mix of wonder and concern.]

I did.[It's a magical mirror, he can't help it.]But, dear...Don't you feel a little claustrophobic now? Your new home is very nice, but much smaller than what you're used to.

[Should he procure a French villa for him? He will have to threaten a lot of people, but he could give it a try.]

[takeroot]

[Never before has a man looked so very endearing while thinking about an amputated foot traipsing around his house and trying to escape. This is definitely a world record- a worlds record- and Constantin does what anyone would do: leans up from his lap to kiss him on the cheek about it.]

In that case, I wish her all the best. Should she hop down to the Embassy, I will help her with the paperwork.

[Hah... now, as for this house, it's certainly not tiny... Constantin looks at the mirror again, still looping his New Serene memory.]

The ground floor and the one above are offices for myself and my staff, and the reception room to entertain annoying ambassadors. [Which sucks and he hates doing that, but c'est la vie.] My actual living space is solely the third floor.

[Constantin reaches for his hand to hold again, thinking and trying not to dip back into the deep melancholy over... architecture.]

My most fastidious defender, always looking out for me— worry not! I like this house.