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It's not...it doesn't have to be a bad thing. I think it adds to your charm, personally! [There's very little that wouldn't do that in her eyes, but that's neither here nor there.] But, well...what you're doing right now, to start with. Why don't you just sit down in a chair?

[ it puts a smile on his lips regardless. ] Because I was in the kitchen making tea [ the empty mug rests on the coffee table ] and something I heard caught my attention, but I can't quite commit to it since I'm busy with something else. You surely do that kind of thing as well?

[ he's thinking... very hard. so hard that he forgets to take the mandarin out of his mouth, and so it's just kind of. there. then his eyes light up. he pops the orange out. ] I know what I want you to do. I want you to smile. But not, like, just a little one, y'know? A big one. At strangers, dogs, little old ladies, everyone! The kind that people won't ever forget. And you gotta do this while running around the city--so everyone sees you. No sitting at home! [ a giggle. infectious. ] You get what I'm talking about?

[ the sight does crack mitya up, so for a while, not only does it seem like he gets it, but also that he is strangely enthusiastic about that. he wipes a tear out of the corner of his eye and says, voice still rich with laughter: ] Danusya, they will have me committed to some kind of institution.

[ pauses from stuffing bread into her purse ] I don't want us to be that type of people, but...run.

[ he nods with a conspiratorial smirk on his lips, then gets up calmly. after all, with his size, chances are tables and waiters would be on the ground before mer and he were able to cover any significant distance. this does give mer an opportunity to run ahead. ]

Mm. They don't have to be Russian.. But I don't think it would hurt if they were. I can't imagine anyone questioning it. [ he takes a long drag on his cigarette and tosses it on the ground with a grind of his shoe. ] What about... the boy. Do you think he would go for it.

What b --- [ once he understands who slavko means, he gets the most wicked smile on his lips. why are you this way, mitya? ] Maybe with the right kind of incentive. Are there any good operas being performed in Belgrade at the moment?

[ he emits a sound that indicates it was a mediocre experience. it wasn't. he quite enjoyed it. ] How is it your candy. Was every churchkhela out there made by your own two hands?