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    No matter how little we desire it, someday every wild, creative, imaginative child must grow up. Well, he's gotta get taller. There ain't a damned thing anyone can do if he refuses to completely mature. And there are some places, some jobs, some lives, where a little imaginative flexibility can be an advantage rather than a disadvantage.

    Calvin, accompanied as ever by Hobbes, may just find such a place.

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    “Don’t–” Ilya starts, already reaching, already cupping Shane’s face between both hands, thumbs warm and tender against his cheekbones like they’ve always belonged there.

    Shane’s eyes are big and gorgeous and genuinely curious. “Don’t what?”

    Don’t make me look like a lovesick idiot. Don’t make my heart trip over itself for a way out of my chest and into yours. Don’t say it like that—so fucking sincere—like you don’t know how devastating it is for me.

    “Don’t butcher my language,” he says instead and kisses Shane’s smile hard, like reflex, like gravity, like there was never going to be another option.

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    Shane sets out to learn Russian. Ilya discovers he's incapable of keeping his composure.

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    SHIVERS: It’s a Revachol thing.

    RHETORIC: These days, sacres are only common among people who were young, before the commune, or the particularly irreverent type, searching for something more essentially profane than the mundane expressions of sex and bodily fluids.

    ESPRIT DE CORPS: Lt. Kitsuragi is not that type - at least, nobody would think so, on first, second, or tenth glance. He has frozen exactly in place, staring at the shattered mug and spill of coffee, realizing every one of his new coworkers in the vicinity has just heard him off-handedly blaspheme like a pre-Revolutionary dockhand.

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    Ilya and Shane settle whose name goes first with a one-on-one scrimmage. Shane wins. Ilya finds, to his own surprise, that he doesn't mind at all — and that turns out to be the easier question. The harder one is the middle name he's carried his whole life: Grigoryevich. Son of Grigori. He doesn't want to be Grigori's son anymore. He wants to be his mother's.

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    He’s already in the room, shutting the door behind himself as quietly as he can before he realises that not only is there someone other than Shane in the room, but there are three someones other than Shane.

    And, as if he hasn’t already fucked up spectacularly, the someones happen to be the Hollanders and Hayden fucking Pike.

     

    // or; Ilya visits Shane in the hospital and meets his parents. He's traumatized and grieving, everything hurts, and Shane takes after his mother.

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