From: soleada	Date: September 3rd, 2010 06:05 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s not like you repulse me to the point of me not wanting anything to do with you. I mean, I kiss you, and I have written back to you and anxiously awaited the return letter every time. I’m digging myself a bigger hole aren’t I? Is there anything I can do say to make it better?

I would write you an entire letters worth of grumpy fat kitty boys if you want. Belly scritches are like tickles for grumpy fat kitty boys. You want me to give you belly scritches? I still don’t get it. Is that supposed to mean something else?

I’ve never met anyone like you before Stasi, I think it will take me a while longer to get used to how weird we are. I will agree to how exciting it is though.

Thanks, I think it will really help to have someone giving me extra lessons. New Orleans and cooler in the same sentence? I never thought that was possible, but then again I’ve never been to California. The offer still stands if you want to come home with me for a few days during winter break. It’s not the same I’m sure, but NYC does get a proper winter.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 3rd, 2010 06:21 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

I accept your apology. I do not know why I had such a strong reaction to such a simple word. You acquitted yourself well. There is nothing you need do to make it better.

I believe a letter of grumpy fat kitty boys would be entirely nonsensical. I am beginning to feel as though you keep writing this so that I will write it back. I can see the amusement you get from hearing my voice in your head saying those words together. As for belly scritches, they are what they are. Whatever we want them to be.

I have never met anyone quite like you either. I mean it as a compliment in the highest sense.

The desert has been over 43 degrees a few times since I have lived there. This summer has been hotter than ever, though it is much drier too. The heat is not so oppressive when it is without humidity. I intend to take you up on this offer. I will greatly enjoy any amount of winter you can offer me in New York City.

Yours,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 3rd, 2010 06:31 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

Who wants to hear their girlfr the girl they’ve been kissing call them repulsive? I can understand why you had such a reaction. I never meant for that.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t giggle ever time I thought of you saying grumpy fat kitty boy or scritches. It has been incredibly amusing. I hope you’ll let me hear it at least once when we get back to school. I could listen to you talk for hours. You’re voice is kind of amazing. Well alright, we’ll leave belly scritches at that for now.

I meant it as a compliment as well.

Forty three degrees? Whaaaaaaaaat? Oh! Wait! Are you talking about Celsius? Summer has been hit or miss with the heat in NYC. There have been some incredibly humid days and some very cold days. Mexico was really hot while I was there, during the day it was at least 100 Fahrenheit. Good. I really think you’re going to love it.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 3rd, 2010 06:42 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

I do perhaps earn the comment at times. I hate that you make me want to stop earning it. Why do you make me want to be better? So it was perhaps simply misplaced in time.

I will whisper grumpy fat kitty boy loves his scritches to you as often as you like, but I will not say it in a regular speaking tone. No one but you can hear me say such ridiculous things. I will even translate it to Russian.

Yes, I meant Celsius. I make the adjustment in my head for temperature. Metric is one thing I did not convert when I moved to America. The desert gets over 110 degrees Farenheit in the summer. In Russia it was never so hot, excepting of course this summer. Winter days were long, dark, and cold. I did not mind it. Perhaps it is weird to miss it. I think I will love your New York.

Always,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 3rd, 2010 06:48 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

Perhaps, but you’ve done a good deal to change my mind about how often you earn it.

I would love appreciate that. I like that I get to hear you say silly things. I feel like you’re letting me in in some small way. Really? Do they have a Russian word for scritches? Either way, I would love to hear you say it.

That’s ridiculous. It should never be that warm anywhere. I don’t know how anyone can survive that. It’s not so weird to miss, it’s what you grew up knowing. It was your home. I think it’s completely natural to miss it. I miss begrudgingly trudging through the snow mounds to get to school sometimes being in NOLA but I would never say that if I lived in NYC all the time. I think you will love my New York as well. Except I don’t think you will like sharing a room with Camilo, he has stinky feet and snores.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 3rd, 2010 07:03 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

It is not an actual word in Russian. There is a word in close proximity, similar enough that it will work. You just like the sound of my accent. Admit it.

I manage in the heat. Sometimes it is easier to slip into animagus form and sit on a rock in the backyard. We have not bothered to grow grass in three years. Valentin used to keep it green, but when he left no one else cared for the lawn. I miss the long nights and the cold wind of Russia. I will not live in Hesperia when I leave school. I do not know where I will go. But I will not go back there.

I have to finish packing my bags. I am truly not ready to return to school. Though I will get to see you again. And I will be away from Kostya. I will have a single this year; there is a reason to celebrate. Lorelai and I can stretch out. Perhaps you could visit.

Yours,
Stasi

	From: soleada	Date: September 3rd, 2010 07:09 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Stasi,

Alright, alright, I’ll admit it. You have a very pleasant voice and I do like the sound of it.

I’m sorry that your lawn is no longer green, perhaps when I visit we can lay down some grass seeds. It doesn’t take too much care. Just a few seeds, a little bit of water, and maybe some nice soil. I am in Green Thumbs you know. You still have a while to think about where you want to go after you graduate. You can go where ever you want really. There’s not really anyone to tell you what you can and can’t do. You’ll find the right place for you.

Shooooot. I have to start packing too. Brutus is lounging in my trunk. I think he’s trying to send me a passive aggressive message to get my act together. I’m so not ready for school. I really do look forward to seeing you again. It’ll be nice to have your own space. I bet Lorelai would like the extra room too. I will come visit as long as you follow all the school rules about such visits.

Yours,
Sunny

	From: anastas	Date: September 3rd, 2010 07:20 am (UTC)		(Link)

Dear Sunny,

This will probably be my last letter before I board the plane. I do not think I will see you until Monday, as I cannot be asked to go to the Sorting Ceremony. It will be a miracle if I make it to my first class. I will tell you the truth; I hate Charms.

We could try to grow the grass, but without magical care it will wither under the desert sun. It scorches the entire lawn every summer. Perhaps you can teach me a few tricks.

I will figure out where to go and what I want. I do not want to rush ahead into the future. Before I met you I did not care if I had a future.

Tell Brutus I look forward to seeing him too. Lorelai will certainly enjoy not having to be caged. My last roommate did not like her roaming free while he was in the room. I will do my best to follow the rules, but your cupcakes may overwhelm me.

Always,
Stasi