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Rose + Dimitri
Every Thursday is their movie night.
Translation: every Thursday, an argument takes place.
"Let's watch True Grit!" says Dimitri enthusiastically. Rose groans and bangs her head against a cabinet.
"Ow," she mutters. Her lover snickers and she glares at him. "I say…let's watch Inception!"
"Oh, Roza, I really think we should watch True Grit," he replies, trying to be persuasive.
She rolls her eyes. "What is this, the hundredth time you've seen it?"
"Eighty-eighth," he corrects her.
"C'mon, Dimka," she says, grinning when he winces. "Diversify your movies!"
He shakes his head furiously. "No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes, comrade."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"No, yeah."
"Yes—crap!" he says.
"Ha! We're watching Inception!"
"No, we aren't," he protests. "If we do, I'll stop making dinner for us."
Her eyes grow wide. "But I can't cook!"
He grins. "Exactly."
"Fine. If we watch True Grit one more time, I'll take away all of the country CDs in out apartment."
Guardian mask.
"And your Western novels."
Guardian mask twitches.
"And…" she leans in close to whisper in his ear. "Your duster."
Panic mode. "No! Okay, we'll watch Inception!"
She cackles and kisses his cheek, then runs off to grab the movie, and he immediately runs off to the closet to make sure his precious duster is safe and sound.