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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 20, 2009 13:52:20 GMT -5
Adrian finished his coffee and set the cup down.
"And I imagine your... choice of employment followed?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 20, 2009 13:54:56 GMT -5
Adrien's smiled wavered a bit, and he glanced down, chewing on his lip.
The sense of trust remained there, though.
"...yeah, sort of. Well. Actually I was just trying to live and got.... propositioned. You know. I hadn't thought about it. I sort of... " His voice cracked. "Needed the money."
His eyes were fixed on the table, and they looked hollow.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 20, 2009 13:58:17 GMT -5
"It's understandable. I don't hold it against you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 20, 2009 14:00:42 GMT -5
After a moment, Adrien whispered in a still-cracked voice, "Do you want to go home? I want to - I just feel - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 20, 2009 14:01:20 GMT -5
"If that's what you would prefer, that's fine."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 20, 2009 14:01:55 GMT -5
"Oh, can we?"
He sounded completely overwhelmed.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 20, 2009 14:04:25 GMT -5
He nodded and reached left-handedly for his wallet, producing enough for the bill as well as a tip.
"Here, you can lean on me if you need to."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 20, 2009 14:07:16 GMT -5
Adrien leaned on him, tilting his head, after a moment, on his shoulder.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Oct 20, 2009 14:12:07 GMT -5
"Come along. Let's go home."
He smiled very gently down at him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 20, 2009 14:13:48 GMT -5
He nudged him in a subtle way that could have been an accident as they left together. It was done just to let Adrian know he was comfortable, reassured, and trusting.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 27, 2010 20:12:09 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
What looked like a moderate-height and androgynously pretty female was roaming the streets of Paris in some khaki corduroys, a knit top, leather jacket, lilac pashmina scarf and three-inch heels before pausing by a coffee shop. It had been a while of living with Adrian, and while it was, of course, pure domestic bliss, staying at home and pining for your businessman was getting old. If only he could get away with working less... Adrien wouldn't have minded nearly so much if Adrian didn't seem to be distracted by work whenever he was at home, too, but every weekend he was preparing himself for Monday.
Adrien practically breezed into the coffeeshop, glancing about. Within a moment, though, he'd spied the highly-recognizeable back of someone's head and was creeping up on them. Some people you never forget, and could tell it wa them right away. Also, not that long ago he'd run his hands all over the back of that head, and figured he ought to recognize it by now.
Adrien crept up behind him and pounced in a little hug, with a kiss to his cheek, and then slid into an unoccupied chair beside him, slouching and looking quite pleased with himself.
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Post by Crowley on Mar 27, 2010 20:16:03 GMT -5
Crowley looked away from his newspaper to Adrien, a little surprised.
"Hi," he said awkwardly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 27, 2010 20:17:38 GMT -5
Adrien was briefly distracted by the crinkling of the newspaper as it was lowered slighty, and made a slightly pointing gesture at it. "I read that this morning. Adrian's on page four, you know."
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Post by Crowley on Mar 27, 2010 20:18:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, I saw that. Are you two...? I mean, did you...? You know what I mean, right?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 27, 2010 20:19:32 GMT -5
There was a slightly thoughtful frown and the shaking of the boy's head.
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