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Raskolnikov seems unamused. But he's also worried Razumikhin could have found something he shouldn't have.
"...You are lying to me, Dmitri."
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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Raskolnikov squints his eyes.
"I was unaware I had crops in my room. You look exactly like a tomato..."
He raises an eyebrow.
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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Okay, no more soothing touches?? Yeah, now he would wake up. Raskolnikov muttered something, clearly disgruntled, before jolting upon remembering Razumikhin was here.
"...Good morning."
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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Raskolnikov shifts for a moment- and for a brief period, it seems as if he was going to awaken- but the touch was soothing and he didn't want to wake up, so...
He did mutter something incomprehensible, though.
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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Raskolnikov seemed to be resting well for once, a contrast to his usually constantly restless look he had. It seemed the touch helped him sleep. How truly homoerotic!!
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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Raskolnikov's eyebrows furrow slightly in the beginning, but eventually his face relaxes once more. He seems more peaceful than restless!!
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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Raskolnikov is basically burrito-fying himself in the blankets, tossing and turning before finally relaxing after a while.
(honkshoo mimimimimimi)
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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"...I am going to sleep now, goodnight,"
Raskolnikov takes the blanket and puts it over himself, completely covering his body including his head so he would get out of the embarrassing situation he had put both of them in.
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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"...ahahah... ha. I apologize for that, I truly did not think anything through at the moment-"
Raskolnikov would facepalm, but he didn't.
"Your skin was oddly soft, though."
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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"Yes, exactly my reaction to my idea at the time!"
For once, Raskolnikov laughed, but he seemed to internally regret admitting that aloud.
"Though, I must admit, it did work. In the matter of seconds your eyebrows had unfurrowed."
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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"..."
Raskolnikov thinks for a moment, staring at the ceiling and taking the glass of water from Razumikhin.
"Funny story... this one I have not told anyone... this reminds me of the time you were ill. You were experiencing a nightmare of sorts, I believe, so I had simply caressed your face until you relaxed once more,"
He blurted out, trying to make conversation.
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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"No, I... actually, yes, that would be appreciated,"
At this point he's too tired to constantly deny help. Plus, he was indeed thirsty...
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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"Right, I... yes, I apologize. I must be feverish..."
Raskolnikov sat down on his bed and eventually laid down. He had been doing so a few minutes ago as well, but talking to people and constantly being psychologically tormented made you tired quickly!
"Forgive me for my behaviour."
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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"No, no, no, not at all!"
His voice abruptly rose, tone defensive as he swiftly declined the caring offer Razumikhin had given him. It was as if the mere mention of his room- or rather, something in it- brought back a disturbing memory in his mind.
"Leave the room as it is. It is fine."
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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Babes i meant that youre a homosexual. Happy pride. What were YOU thinking of?
"...I was not thinking of anything. Ah, look at the time, we will meet again and finish this conversation another time."
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I know what you are.
"........Who told you. Did Porfiry lie to you? What on Earth has he said?"
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"Nothing particularly interesting that would catch your eye... or- ears?"
Raskolnikov murmured under his breath, pacing around the room to fix some things and move them around (despite it making no difference).
There's a knock at Raskolnikov's door, then a familiar voice calls out to him, "Rodya? Are you home?"
-@dmitri-prokofich-razumikhin
Raskolnikov was moping in bed as always, but hearing someone knock made him jolt. He quickly got up, stumbling and almost tripping, but he quickly fixes his jacket and creaks open the door.
"Is- Is something needed of me?"
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