#rodmitri

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Razumikhin: I’m still bummed about Rodya being in Siberia. I miss him.

Dunya: Yeah, I know that feeling of missing someone you’re in love with-

Razumikhin: In love with?! I’m not in love with Rodya! I miss him because Rodya is my friend, not because I’m in love with him! I mean, I like Rodya as much as the next guy. Clearly I have feelings for him, but feelings don’t mean love! I mean, I have loving feelings for Rodya. I have feelings of love, but that doesn’t mean that I’m in love with him. Sure, I have sexual feelings for him, but I do love him-

Razumikhin: Oh my god! I’m in love with Rodya! Why didn’t you tell me?!!

Dunya: We thought you knew!

Razumikhin: We?!

Dunya: Yeah! Me, Sonya, my mom, Rodya’s landlady. We all know! We talk about it all the time. It’s so obvious! That would be like telling Sonya, “Hey, you like the Bible.”

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Raskolnikov: Razumikhin just whispered in my ear, “you’re my secret Santa.”

Raskolnikov: So I said, “what?”

Raskolnikov: And he went, “ah shit I meant soulmate.”

Sonya:

Dunya:

Raskolnikov: He forgot the word for soulmate and his fucking brain thought, “it’s called ‘secret Santa.’”

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Raskolnikov: GOD, I hate him.

Razumikhin: Me too.

Raskolnikov: You don’t even know who I’m talking about.

Razumikhin: Solidarity sis!

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Doodles! We got

1) Tim Burton style Raskolnikov

2) Dog Razumikhin and cat Rask (or their daemons) having a moment

3) Great comet cast as dogs (starring Natasha and Sonya as Samoyeds, Marya D. and Dolokhov as Siberian huskies, the Kuragins as borzois, and Pierre as a Caucasian ovcharka)

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Sonya: Dunechka! I’m so happy, I could kiss you!

Dunya: Uh...thanks!

*later*

Dunya, lying face down on Raskolnikov’s bed: I can't believe I thanked her, Rodya. Thanked her. She wanted to kiss me and I said "thanks". Why? Because I'm a huge moron.

Raskolnikov, patting her on the back: Don’t beat yourself up over it. Things like that happen. Remember when Razumikhin said he loved me?

Dunya: Didn’t you say “neat”?

Raskolnikov, staring into the distance: I said “neat”.

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Raskolnikov: Your existence is confusing.

Razumikhin: ...Okay?

Raskolnikov: See, your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

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Raskolnikov: I’m sorry Razumikhin, but this time I cannot do what you say.

Razumikhin: What do you mean "this time"? You've never done what I've said once since I've known you.

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Dunya: Sometimes Rodya will still do this thing, he'll try to like, sell us on Dmitri Prokofych? Like I'll just be sitting there with Sonya and he will lean in and be like, "Hey. You know who's a great man? Razumikhin." Like, yeah, we're all on board! We all love Dmitri Prokofych! You don't have to advertise for him!