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"I suppose." He didn't particularly know much about Luka, which on the one hand was a positive thing as it meant the other boy hadn't done anything to piss him off. On the other hand, he had yet to be dissuaded of the notion that he might just be another Quodpot meathead. "I don't socialize with my roommate." He felt no desire to, and suspected with no ill feelings on the matter that the feeling was entirely reciprocated.
"Well, one more year with him, right?" Then Steven would have to decide if he wanted to stay and study at Dresden or go elsewhere. Arnaud hadn't thought about that too much. He didn't know if he could convince his parents to let him stay in the states for extended schooling. They had plans for him, plans that didn't include his educational goals or his life at Dresden. He pushed it all away, too drunk, too easy to get sentimental about all that garbage.
A smirk hitched on Steven's face. "Well, accidents happen." It was a joke. Arnaud would know that. Well, provided his partaking that evening hadn't dulled his wits too much. "I should find our mutual friend and relay my best wishes," he said, glaring at the couple who stumbled through to make out on the counter, but passed on by after seeing Arnaud and Steven and the distinctly unwelcome look they were offered.
Arnaud snorted as the couple left the kitchen. "I don't know if I'd suggest it," he said ruefully. "She's probably making out with that Russian boy toy of hers." Then he shrugged. "You could probably find her sister and wish her a happy birthday. Last saw her somewhere near the garage."
Steven blinked slowly, processing that information. "It's her birthday too? Twins?"
"Yeah," Arnaud replied slowly. It wasn't exactly common knowledge, but it didn't take long for the people at the party to realize that Abby had a twin and that her twin was nothing like her. "Hair's a bit longer. Wavier. No streak of weird color." Because that was something Arnaud always paid attention to; cut and color.
"But otherwise identical." The gears were turning in Steven's head. Conclusions he was jumping to, of course, ones that would need evidentiary backup before he claimed them as fact, but this new information was slotting into places in his mind that begged answers. "What is she like?"
"Well, one more year with him, right?" Then Steven would have to decide if he wanted to stay and study at Dresden or go elsewhere. Arnaud hadn't thought about that too much. He didn't know if he could convince his parents to let him stay in the states for extended schooling. They had plans for him, plans that didn't include his educational goals or his life at Dresden. He pushed it all away, too drunk, too easy to get sentimental about all that garbage.
A smirk hitched on Steven's face. "Well, accidents happen." It was a joke. Arnaud would know that. Well, provided his partaking that evening hadn't dulled his wits too much. "I should find our mutual friend and relay my best wishes," he said, glaring at the couple who stumbled through to make out on the counter, but passed on by after seeing Arnaud and Steven and the distinctly unwelcome look they were offered.
Arnaud snorted as the couple left the kitchen. "I don't know if I'd suggest it," he said ruefully. "She's probably making out with that Russian boy toy of hers." Then he shrugged. "You could probably find her sister and wish her a happy birthday. Last saw her somewhere near the garage."
Steven blinked slowly, processing that information. "It's her birthday too? Twins?"
"Yeah," Arnaud replied slowly. It wasn't exactly common knowledge, but it didn't take long for the people at the party to realize that Abby had a twin and that her twin was nothing like her. "Hair's a bit longer. Wavier. No streak of weird color." Because that was something Arnaud always paid attention to; cut and color.
"But otherwise identical." The gears were turning in Steven's head. Conclusions he was jumping to, of course, ones that would need evidentiary backup before he claimed them as fact, but this new information was slotting into places in his mind that begged answers. "What is she like?"