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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 11, 2010 16:16:03 GMT -5
They went for a stroll out of the apartment and down the street in the direction of Montmartre, with Adrien leading the way. There was something different in how he comported himself dressed like this, a jaunty strut but not an exceptionally effeminate one. He didn't wrap his arms around Adrian, naturally, as he had done while in a dress, but remained a distance ahead of him. Occasionally, however, his head would turn, the golden color of his cropped hair catching the light beneath the cap, just a glimpse, and grin at their doubly male reflections in the mirror.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 11, 2010 16:37:47 GMT -5
Adrian followed a few paces behind, and stopped when Adrien stopped.
"Is everything all right?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 11, 2010 16:41:54 GMT -5
Adrien had paused, hands set in his pockets, and leaned back against the wall, shoulders set back against it, hips thrust out a bit from it, with a bit of a pout.
"It's fine."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 11, 2010 19:36:16 GMT -5
Adrian lifted an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 11, 2010 19:39:15 GMT -5
"Being cool."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 11, 2010 19:41:50 GMT -5
The other eyebrow lifted as well.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 11, 2010 19:50:24 GMT -5
Adrien continued like that for a short while, hips out, shoulders back, pout on, before stepping away from the wall and continuing across the street. They were almost there.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 11, 2010 20:01:02 GMT -5
"What on earth was that for?" Adrian asked in mild amusement.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 11, 2010 20:04:02 GMT -5
Adrien just looked back over his shoulder at him in surprise and repeated, "...to be cool."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 12, 2010 0:04:53 GMT -5
Adrian shook his head and smiled a little.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 12, 2010 10:00:34 GMT -5
The restaurant Adrien had in mind was a very run-down and very busy establishment, filled with men young and old in with working-class companions for lunch and sometimes a bit to drink. The bars were busier when everyone got off work in the evening, but lunch, being the most important meal of the day, had this place packed. Adrien wasn't dressed like a lower-class filly today, which would have been impossible for him to do in any case as he didn't own the proper attire, and so he couldn't sit on Adrian's knee or even rest lewdly in his lap while they ate, but it didn't stop him from ushering Adrian into a little corner booth, surrounded by loud and excitable diners, and letting a hand fall onto his thigh under the table unbeknownst to the denim-wearing waitress who came over in trousers, a scarf tied around her hair, and asked to take their order.
Adrien gave his with a smirk directed at Adrian, and this time no one picked up on the nature of their relationship at all. In fact, somewhat comically, the waitress gave Adrien a look-over and a bit of a meaningful glance - none of which he picked up on - before she turned her attention to Adrian and blinked a few times as though in surprise.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 12, 2010 12:12:58 GMT -5
Adrian returned the look very calmly.
"Yes?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 12, 2010 12:13:43 GMT -5
Flustered, she said, "Can, can I take your order?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 12, 2010 12:28:15 GMT -5
Adrian glanced at the menu, and then ordered something in a Prussian accent so thick that you could probably spread it on bread.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 12, 2010 12:31:45 GMT -5
She looked visibly almost relieved and scribbled it down, and then bounced back up to the front to shout the order to the chef.
Adrien looked right at him in amusement and wrinkled his nose, groping him playfully under the table.
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