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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2009 18:13:24 GMT -5
Notre-Dame's smile came into his lips grudgingly this time, and very strongly suggested that he met this last sentence with skepticism.
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Post by Erin Harper on Mar 22, 2009 18:18:18 GMT -5
Upon which Erin's smile bloomed into a full-fledged grin, for he knew exactly the dubious honesty of his own statement.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2009 18:20:09 GMT -5
Adrien suddenly snickered, eyes wrenching shut as wicked laughter escaped his lips, before he abruptly stopped, controlling himself.
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Post by Erin Harper on Mar 22, 2009 18:26:48 GMT -5
Erin looked away, eyebrows raised, very oh, you doubt me? But he was still smiling. When he brought his right hand out of his pocket to scratch his nose, it was heavily bandaged.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2009 18:30:27 GMT -5
Adrien nodded towards his hand, then leaned forward and stroked his wrist, fingers stopping short at the bandages, brush of fingertips fading away to nothing. He nodded towards it again in case Erin had turned back to him at the touch.
"So?"
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Post by Erin Harper on Mar 22, 2009 18:41:24 GMT -5
Erin's eyes flickered down to his hand. He didn't seem terribly concerned about it. "Caught a thief in my trailer the other night with a whip."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2009 18:43:58 GMT -5
A disbelieving but fascinated sort of expulsion of air sounded when Adrein parted his lips. His smile was partially incredulous, but his attention was completely fixed, not quite in violation of his usual casual behavior, but close. "Yeah? With a whip, you say?"
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Post by Erin Harper on Mar 22, 2009 18:55:42 GMT -5
"Yeah." Erin scratched his nose again, with the bandaged hand again. "Dressed like a dominatrix, but digging through my stuff. She was a catty sort of bitch, too." A little sigh- Erin somehow thought he'd be seeing her again, and that was annoying.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 23, 2009 16:30:51 GMT -5
Notre-Dame didn't speak, but for once it seemed to be because he was genuinely speechless. The light in his eyes said he approved. "Yeah?" he said, after he'd found words again. "Really?"
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Post by Erin Harper on Mar 23, 2009 16:46:14 GMT -5
"Really. I don't lie."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 23, 2009 16:52:03 GMT -5
Notre-Dame was breathlessly smiling when he said, "That's ridiculous."
And still was, though the smile had diminished into thoughtfulness slightly, when he glanced up a moment later and asked, "Is that a turn-on?"
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Post by Erin Harper on Mar 23, 2009 17:04:32 GMT -5
"Yes." Like Erin didn't know that. He was the one who'd woken up with a smirking cat enthusiast in his room, after all. He grimaced. "Uh. No. I stopped thinking she was hot right about the same time I noticed she'd stolen my class ring."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 24, 2009 14:57:46 GMT -5
Notre-Dame just barely smiled. "Your class ring."
It was not a question. It was softly-spoken, and contained the slightest hint of amusement, not at his expense, but amusement nonetheless. Adrien wouldn't have thought him sentimental enough to care about a class ring, even less to own one.
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Post by Erin Harper on Mar 24, 2009 15:19:35 GMT -5
"That's right." Erin was wearing it now, actually, under the bandages on his hand; he was reluctant to hide it somewhere in his room again in case of a thief, and equally reluctant to wear it in plain sight for similar reasons.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 24, 2009 15:25:26 GMT -5
Adrien shrugged, glanced away, crossed his legs, making a noncommittal noise. "Never did much school." His voice was softer than usual for even him.
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