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TW: There is a derogatory mention of certain minorities and a subtle WW2 joke which, I should clarify, reflects the time period, NOT my social/political view.
The Peachman brothers were watching TV on the snowy morning of February 13th. Monge Neighborhood had kept its white layer since the big snowstorm of January and some recent, but smaller precipitations. However, according to the Chismoso News’ meteorologist, it was expected to melt away by a week-long rainstorm that would start tomorrow, on Monday 14th.
“Well, it seems like the fun’s over.” Albertsky lamented in Russian. “Remind me to put the rain boots in the shop window tomorrow.”
“OK.” Robertsky replied.
They spent a few minutes listening to the gossip on the channel. The most noteworthy headline was that Izaack Gauss, their most famous and beloved reporter, had suffered a doppelganger attack yesterday. Luckily, he was now found safe and sound on a sofa, next to a talk show host.
“We know you're the interviewer most of the time, but would you mind answering a few questions for the audience?”
“Of course.” He accepted politely.
“That’s swell! First of all: How did this happen?”
“It was Saturday night. I was having dinner and watching my coworker’s program, until the doorbell rang. Clueless, I looked through the peephole in the door thinking it may be one of those «crazed ladies» that tried getting my attention, but no one was there. That's when I heard a brick shatter my living room’s window, looked to my right and saw a tiny doppelganger breaking in!”
“By golly! For a normal neighbor, fighting one-on-one with a monster might be terrifying (or even deadly), but you seem unscattered.”
“Correct. Before it tried to copy me, I swung a good knuckle sandwich, knocking it out. I’m glad I took those boxing teachings back then!” He laughed, before changing his victorious expression to a bittersweet one. “... It had the face of a girl. A tiny, little girl… I- I’m worried, EVERYONE should be worried for her! Why aren’t you interviewing her family?!”
“HEY! Hey, just calm down, calm down…” The host ordered, nervously. “It’s safe to say that our friends in the D.D.D. are taking care of the situation just fine. Meanwhile, everyone in America must be curious to know your perspective on the events. Tell us, what happened after?”
“... Well, I called the agents, and they recommended I should move to an apartment building, because nowadays no home is secure without a doorman.”
“What you just heard, folks. No home is secure without a doorman.”
The program went to commercial breaks, and Robertsky turned down the volume to talk to his brother.
“Albertsky, can you imagine if Izaack Gauss moved to our building???”
“Nah, that’s impossible. A man of his class would never be among some jews, blacks, soviets… That’s why they put us all together, in the biggest trash can they could find.”
Rob remained thoughtful. Alb kept complaining for a while, but he wasn't listening: he went to a window and stroked his beard, contemplating an impressive amount of snowflakes that were falling to the ground, light as feathers.
“Hey, do you wanna go sledding? I’m bored.”
“Hmm, alright.” Albertsky agreed, smiling a bit. “Since it’s the last day of snow for a while, why not have fun and try to get Henrisky out of that dump he calls a lobby, huh?”
Albertsky grabbed the phone that the D.D.D. gifted them after the “accident”, and dialed the doorman’s number. The chat was quick, but unfriendly. After that, he cut the call.
“What did he say?”
“That «I have to work non stop» and that «sledding is for kids, don’t bother me.» Bah! His beard has what, 3 hairs at most? And still has the nerves to think he's more grown-up than us.”
“Ughhhhh… «No home is secure without a doorman», I guess.”
“You know what? Screw that wet rag, I’m calling Steven.”
When naming him, they started to remember the good ol’ times. He was their childhood friend, a Texan boy who, with his father, established a livestock stable in rural NYC. They sold leather to the shoe store, and from time to time they would stop by to buy boots; it was on those occasions that the children played all sorts of things together. Sometimes they broke the rules and made their mother get angry, but Mclooy Rudboys and the Peachman’s father would just laugh and let them be. When Henry was born, Steven was already learning to pilot warplanes, so he had to be around his 30’s when the brothers invited him to move into the Jurgen building. Now his phone number was 4242, quite easy to remember.
“Hello?”
“Stevenskyyyy, how are you doinggg?”
“What? Speak English, man.” He responded, a bit annoyed.
“Oh, sorry.” He apologised, changing of language. “Ehem. Stevenskyyyy, how are you doinggg?”
“Albertoooooo, my palllll!” He greeted energetic. “I'm doing fine, just bored cus my pop’s sleeping and can’t play my music. What about you?”
“Me and Robby are bored, too. Wanna go sledding with us… like when we were kids?”
“... Hell yeah!!”
After that, they bundled up well and went outside. The brothers wore peach-orangey plush hooded jackets, gloves and winter hats, while Steven had the same but green, and a dog tag necklace underneath. He had an athletic build, brown skin, a black mohawk-like hairstyle, thick eyebrows and white sunglasses over his big, pink nose.
On their way to Prospect Park, they started to hear the sound of a hundred drums: An activist group composed of disabled people marched all along Ruiz Street, protesting the deaths of thousands of innocents because of their “wrong” physical features. Among them were Lois, Margarette and Nacha, accompanied by their families and friends.
“Hey boys!~🎶” Margarette sang playfully when spotting them.
“Hey.” They responded in unison, but somewhat distant. She was just an acquaintance of theirs, after all.
When the group moved away, they crossed the street and kept walking until they arrived. The snowy landscape of Long Meadow (inside Prospect Park) consisted of many hills in which parents and children were slipping, adorned by bare trees. Albertsky held the sled on his right arm, and finally placed it on the verge of the hill.
It was the first Christmas present they ever got in America, since the festivity was banned in the USSR. Their father crafted it with durable wood, but cheap paint that got faded over time; still, the drawing of a Christmas tree along with their names remained visible on the top.
“OK, who goes first?”
“Me!” Robertsky claimed with ecstasy.
The younger brother sat over the vehicle with some discomfort, because it was way smaller than he remembered. However, it supported his weight all the way down the hill… During 5 seconds of fun. Robertsky went from being excited to confused, and finally disappointed.
“Mmh. This was better in the mountains.” He concluded, after returning to the top.
“Welp, it's all flat land around here.” Albertsky replied.
They stopped to look down, wondering how they could have more fun. Steven had an idea.
“Rob, pass me the sled.” He requested, and after getting it he fixed his gaze on the brother with a mustache. ”Alb, sit on my back.”
“What?”
He dropped the sled near the slope and laid face down on it, stretching his arms out to the sides. Albertsky laughed, caught off guard, but played along and sat down across his shoulder blades.
“Commander, are you ready to take off?”
“Yes sir!!” He exclaimed, mimicking a pilot that moved the steering wheel from left to right.
“OK! At my sign, you push us down, Peach Boy.”
After hearing Robertsky’s approval, Albertsky grabbed onto Steven’s jacket and bent down.
“In 3… 2… 1… NOW!”
Without hesitating, Rob took a few steps back, then ran and pushed the sled with all his might, like he used to do as a kid. He should have taken into account that he was half as tall, and had skinny arms back then. Consequently, they were launched into the air like a true warplane.
“WOOOOO-”
At first they screamed with adrenaline. Albertsky felt the icy wind on his face, and Steven lost his glasses as they flew uninterrupted for 5 feet over a few people; but it didn't take long for gravity to kick in.
“-OOAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
They started to descend faster and faster. Steven began to spin in the air as Alb held on his jacket the best he could, letting the sled fall over someone’s pair of snowmen. In just a few seconds they had already traveled 15 feet, and in the fall Albertsky saw what they were going to crash into: Two models who were facing backwards, posing for the camera. The one on the left (or right, from his point of view) was wearing a long coat dress, white gloves and a handbag while pointing to the one on the right who, inexplicably, dressed in rainwear and held an umbrella. While they shooted the photos, a helper was using a watering can from the top of a tree to create the effect of rain on her.
Both turned their heads when they heard the cameraman scream, but couldn't even shriek before getting tackled by them. Albertsky fell awkwardly on top of the woman in a coat, while Steven embraced the snow at the feet of the other model.
“Ugh…”
Albertsky accidentally pressed against her chest to try and get up, in the process raising his head slightly and looking into the woman’s face. She was beautiful, but furious. Startled, he fell backwards and tried to flee, but the sister in rainwear attacked him with her closed umbrella.
“Don't!- Touch!- Her!- You!- Flying!- Pig!" She yelled, saying one word per swing.
“Ow, ow! OW!- STOP IT!- OWW!” He pleaded, covering himself.
“HEY, HEY HEY!” Steven exclaimed after getting up, with both palms forward.
Steven almost grabbed her umbrella, but she opened it on his face, causing him to fall again. Now cornered by them and their employees, the duo noticed those ladies were identical: same white skin, hourglass body, semi-short, curly brown hair, thin eyebrows, dreamy blue eyes with long eyelashes, small pointy noses and thick, pink lips. However, their eyeshadow had different colors, the position of their moles and baby hairs were the opposite, and their earrings had different shapes (triangles and squares, respectively).
“What were you trying to do, DOPPELS?” The woman in rainwear asked, pointing her umbrella at Albertsky's neck.
“Us, doppels?? Speak for yourselves!” Steven shouted, while getting up again with his fists in a defensive position.
“We are twins, THE Sverchzt twins.” The lady in a coat explained, disappointed. “You have to live under a rock to not know us.”
“Wait… Elenois Sverchzt has a twin? Albertsky asked in response, now confused.
“Of course she does! It's me, Selenne!”. She said indignantly, pointing at herself with her thumb. “What did y-you think? That the ma-magazines showed the same woman twice in ev-every costume?!” She began stuttering, because of how cold she started to feel.
Albertsky and Steve looked at each other, and then towards them, blushed in shame. The cameraman went ahead and stood between the models and the boys, as irritated as they were.
“You… You ruined my photographs! Now I have to shoot everything again, because if I revealed them in the studio, even the ones shot before you fell over my models would show two guys flying in the background!”
“We- we are so sorry, Mr. We didn't know my brother would push our sled so strongly.”
“... Get out of my sight before I call the agents.” He threatened in all seriousness.
Obedient, they walked away slowly, searching for where their vehicle might have crashed. Meanwhile, the cameraman directed his team to rearrange the scene in an area where the snow was smooth and had another tree nearby to create the rain effect, so he could finish his work.
“On your positions!”
Elenois adopted an elegant posture, holding her purse in her left hand and pointing at her sister with her right, but Selenne couldn't stop trembling. Her skin was pale, and the water droplets on her rainwear had turned to frost.
“N-n-no, p-p-p-please…” She implored, increasingly weak.
Before they could check on her, Selenne fell to the ground and began to mutter incoherently. She appeared to be suffering from hypothermia.
“S-Selenne? SELENNE???” Elenois shouted, worriedly hugging her sister. “You said this wouldn't happen!”
“If we didn't waste time with the photographs. It's all those boys’ fault!” The cameraman excused. “You, the one who makes the rain, get the girl some towels before she freezes!”
Albertsky and Steven were not present when this happened. Instead, they wandered among the trees until Robertsky found them, with both the sled and the sunglasses in hand. Fortunately, they were intact.
“... Sorry.” That was all he could say, ashamed.
“It’s OK.” Albertsky assured, in a fatherly tone. “But you have to measure your strength next time, remember that you aren't a kid anymore.”
“Heh, but we felt younger for a while, right?” Steven added, putting his glasses back on while patting Rob on the back.
The three laughed and began the journey back, until they heard Elenois's cries for help. Worried, the group ran towards her voice and found her and the cameraman out of control while the helpers tried to dry out Selenne’s frost off her skin and clothes, but the continued snowfall made it impossible. She was unconscious.
“YOU?!” Elenois screeched when seeing them, incredulously.
Robertsky approached Selenne and felt the coldness of her face in his hand. Then, he quickly replaced the rainwear with his own jacket, being helped by Albertsky and Steven in the process. It was way too big for her, but that's exactly what helped cover more body area. Meanwhile, Elenois looked for her private driver so they could leave as soon as possible. When the limousine arrived, everyone except the photographer’s team were allowed to enter.
“B-but the photographs!” The cameraman muttered.
“Forget the photographs. You’re all fired!”
Then she slammed the door shut, and the car ran so fast it made them cough with engine smoke. In the car seat, Selenne gradually regained her speech and then her movement: she was still confused, but instinctively clung herself to Robertsky, the first source of warmth she found. Both of them smiled a bit.
“T-t-thank you…”
That's how they arrived at the Sverchzt mansion. The limousine passed through a gated entrance and parked in front of the entrance. Elenois helped Selenne to exit said vehicle and enter home, but before saying goodbye, the one dressed in a coat approached the window and asked them to lower it slightly.
“Well, first of all… Thanks.” She paused, holding back tears. “And uh, tell your residence to the driver so he can leave you home and, later on, return your jacket.” She finished, pointing at Robertsky.
“Oh, yes. We need to go to Monge Neighborhood, down Ruiz Street.” Albertsky requested.
The driver started to drive off, but the model stopped him immediately. Something had piqued her curiosity.
“Wait! What building in Monge Neighborhood… exactly?”
“Uhh… The Jurgen Building?”
“Gasp! YOU LIVE WHERE IZAACK GAUSS WANTS TO MOVE IN???”
“Huh?” The three guys reacted at the same time.
“You didn't know? The gossip spread like wildfire when, according to Daddy, he told his family privately, but his aunt told some friends and those friends shared the rumors with everyone.” She explained, excitedly. “Me and my sister planned to move in before Izaack does to surprise him, hehehe~🎶… OK, bye.”
They said their final goodbyes before being taken back to the building. The men got out of the car and noticed the door being electrically locked, so they formed a line outside the lobby. It was busy inside.
“Huh, I was right after all.” Robertsky reflected.
“Right-o.”
“I guess you, Steven, 'cause you have your pop to answer the phone and help Henry know you're not a doppel. Then, when you get inside, call him to explain everything he wants to ask about us or what we did today.” Albertsky answered.
“... When the lobby gets available, who goes in first?” Steven asked.
“Smart.” He complimented, adjusting his sunglasses. “Then I'm going in… When I win this snowball fight!”
After saying this, he launched the surprise attack from his hand, striking Albertsky in the chest. Playful once again, the brothers joined his game and Alb counterattacked, while Rob prepared the snow fort on the sidewalk.
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A look into the relationships between the neighbors: Albertsky and Elenois
It's a rainy day, apartment 02 on the first floor is generally quiet, with the exception of wood being carved and the rhythmic ticking of the clock standing next to the TV.
Albertsky is working on yet another bear figurine, which is still in its rough stages. Given that he's been doing this for years now, he's on auto pilot, thinking about what to cook for dinner later.
His train of thought was interrupted by the door opening and closing, followed by an exasperated and dramatic sigh.
Looking up reveals that it's Elenois, though Albertsky was already able to make out her steps before she opened the door. Why she's still wearing heels, even though she hasn't left the building today, he's yet to understand.
She greets him by ruffling his hair. Well, attempting to, the hair gel doesn't exactly make his hair fluffable (she doesn't understand why he applies hair gel when he's gonna stay at home, it's a mystery to her)
Ough, gross..!
She pulls a face and wipes her hand on her dress. Albertsky huffs out a laugh at her reaction.
Come on now, it's not like I used raw eggs or anything like that.
Elenois rolls her eyes at that, but doesn't hide the small smile on her lips before she looks out the window.
Why use hair gel if you're gonna stay inside anyway?
Albertsky shrugs and sniffs before he starts sanding the little wooden bear down.
I don't get why you wear heels inside, but you don't hear me complaining.
Besides, I'm doing it because I like the way it looks.
She nods to herself, makes sense.
After a short while, she heads to the back of the couch and leans against Al, who's gotten used to it by now. One hand on the couch, the other on his shoulder, she watches the man work.
Are you making another bear?
She asks, though she already assumes so. He usually carves bears.
Nah, it's a butterfly this time.
He retorts, meeting her gaze.
She then flicks his forehead as he starts laughing. Crossing her arms in mock offense, she rolls her eyes.
Please, even I can tell it's anything but a butterfly.
Doesn't take long before she leans back against him, though.
You're right, it's another bear.
Elenois smirks and places her hand on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, which speeds up slightly. Albertsky is still getting used to physical closeness, and Elenois loves physical touch.
See, wasn't it so easy to just confirm?
Her teasing question was met with a huff.
You told me yourself that you like it!
She giggles and kisses his cheek before joining him on the couch properly. She grabs herself a magazine and starts flipping through the pages, settling in next to him.
Well, I like it when you're yourself.
She looks up at him before she continues:
But I also like teasing you, you know?
Albertsky looks at her before turning back to his work.
Menace...
He grumbles under his breath, smiling as she laughs softly.
They end up watching tv while trying to evade all the news about the doppelgangers. It was a pretty quiet afternoon, all things considered. Albertsky placed the little bear on the coffee table, where a portion of his collection is already residing.
•••••
Hi y'all!
I wanted to share some more stuff about how I imagine the neighbors, so I'll be trying to write a bit on occasion.
You'll have to bear with me, I don't usually do this, so my writing sucks ass :'>
Anyway, some other things about these two:
- I have a queer platonic relationship in mind, so that's already established here (albeit in the beginning stages)
- Elenois doesn't have particularly good eyes (she's got glasses somewhere. She just forgets about the whereabouts)
- Elenois already knows that Albertsky is trans
- since she has a habit of not knocking, she once walked into the kitchen while he was shirtless
- it was summer and Albertsky doesn't do well with heat
