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Post by Jim Kirk on May 9, 2009 22:46:09 GMT -5
"James Kirk." He said, returning the teasing look. He knew flirting when he saw it.
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Post by Micaela on May 9, 2009 22:48:50 GMT -5
"Micaela Heekin." *She extended one hand. As far as flirting went... well, she did flirt, but if there was any romantic or sexual intention behind it she turned into a pile of melty girl-goo, which she obviously hadn't.*
"You're on Earth, by the way. Paris, France, circa 1885 or so." *She assumed his universe had space travel, since hers had managed that in the 20th century.*
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Post by Jim Kirk on May 9, 2009 22:57:02 GMT -5
Jim stared at the girl for a long moment. "Bullshit." He said flatly.
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Post by Micaela on May 9, 2009 23:00:43 GMT -5
"Trust me, I wish it were. I've been trying to figure out how to teleport back to my home world for a few months now."
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Post by Jim Kirk on May 9, 2009 23:08:52 GMT -5
"Any idea how we go here in the first place?" Jim asked.
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Post by Micaela on May 9, 2009 23:16:56 GMT -5
"We think it's some kind of hole in the fabric of space and time. We being me, but we sounds a little more credible, like I have other people who ponder these things with me." *She responded, in her customary self-effacing manner.* "So in short, no. One day I was in 2009 Ohio, getting ready for college, and the next I'm in Paris."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 8, 2009 19:21:23 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
Adrien hadn't cleared it with Adrian or anything, but he was figuring they were going for an older relative-younger one thing while they were out together; after all, Marchetti had introduced him anywhere slightly public as "my sister's", and that was just what he knew. He didn't suppose it mattered, exactly, so long as no one thought Adrian was Adrian Veidt.
So he didn't mind treating Adrian that informally, by brushing his arm to get his attention, or using the "tu" form with him, but he didn't act too affectionately, either.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 8, 2009 19:26:01 GMT -5
Adrian eventually condeded to looping his arm through Adrien's and smiling down at him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 8, 2009 19:28:45 GMT -5
"Stop tempting me," he said laughingly out of the corner of his mouth, as he eyed the shops, not entirely certain what they were doing there. "You don't want me to lose all self-control, do you?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 9, 2009 21:33:40 GMT -5
He ruffled Adrien's hair, very gently, and pulled him closer.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 9, 2009 21:45:56 GMT -5
"Is that a yes, or a, well, we have anonymity here anyway?" He gently turned his head to rest his temple against him, although this was amiable and while a bit transparent, not going to draw anyone's attention.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 9, 2009 22:09:28 GMT -5
He tightened his arm around Adrien's shoulders.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 9, 2009 22:10:47 GMT -5
He was beyond good with this answer.
"So what're you looking for? You ever been here before? 'Cause I have."
He wasn't precisely boasting, but he liked knowing way around Paris. It was a confidence he generally didn't possess.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 9, 2009 22:14:30 GMT -5
"I thought I might buy you whatever you'd like."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 9, 2009 22:16:29 GMT -5
Adrien beamed up at him, but there was just the faintest, faintest tinge of pink on his cheeks.
"Aww, well. You don't have to. Nothing I need, particularly."
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