[ It's comeuppance for the way Fyodor touched first. A bold claim if not for the hands pressed to his thighs currently. Even before that. The crime of seeing through Nikolai's mask with a genius's clarity, and the inevitable punishment for understanding the inherent humanity that can be found there.
If this is a game of chicken he will be the victor. For that purpose he risks becoming the loser in a much larger game with higher stakes. Yet still his face is full of fondness as he looks down on his friend. He captures some of the fly away strands of hair to tuck behind Fyodor's ear neatly and alongside the allowance to himself to take that action his own blood runs cold with dread. ]
I am terribly sorry fedya but it seems like I've only just begun to test your patience.
[ Bubbling underneath the surface the opposite is equally as true. Only someone who strives to be something more than human would play with the emotions Gogol endeavours to neglect. Those are volatile. ]
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If this is a game of chicken he will be the victor. For that purpose he risks becoming the loser in a much larger game with higher stakes. Yet still his face is full of fondness as he looks down on his friend. He captures some of the fly away strands of hair to tuck behind Fyodor's ear neatly and alongside the allowance to himself to take that action his own blood runs cold with dread. ]
I am terribly sorry fedya but it seems like I've only just begun to test your patience.
[ Bubbling underneath the surface the opposite is equally as true. Only someone who strives to be something more than human would play with the emotions Gogol endeavours to neglect. Those are volatile. ]