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Post by Emily on Jan 28, 2008 12:51:26 GMT -5
*Emile walked into the coffee shop trying to walk naturally, still having not quite gotten the hang of this penis thing.*
"Er--black tea, please."
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Post by Valmont on Jan 28, 2008 13:47:11 GMT -5
*Valmont spared barely a moment's glance for the newcomer--as he did all newcomers--and noted vaguely that the boy seemed entirely too awkward to be in such a respectable coffee shop.*
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Post by Emily on Jan 28, 2008 14:00:01 GMT -5
*Getting his tea, Emile sat down and casually looked around at the other patrons.*
Damn. Is that John Malkovitch in a wig?
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Post by Valmont on Jan 28, 2008 14:04:29 GMT -5
*Noting the boy's regard, Valmont looked back at him coolly.*
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Post by Emily on Jan 28, 2008 14:08:15 GMT -5
*Emile just grinned as he caught the man's eye and winked fleetingly.*
Ooooh he's a cool one.
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Post by Valmont on Jan 28, 2008 14:16:18 GMT -5
*The wink broke Valmont's facade of reserve for a moment, as his eyes widened.
Well. That was blatant.*
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Post by Emily on Jan 28, 2008 14:25:47 GMT -5
*Emile leaned back in his chair and rested the heel of his boot on the empty chair set across from him at the small table he sat at and kicked it out from the table with a sharp grinding sound. Letting his foot fall back, he sipped his tea, never breaking eye contact with Malkovitch.*
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Post by Valmont on Jan 28, 2008 14:29:44 GMT -5
((That was way hotter than it should have been. Valmont's character is going to suffer through my weakness.))
*Valmont raised an eyebrow now. He was not used to being so commanded.
Perhaps that was what made it intriguing. The boy had not the appearance of importance. But his steady gaze implied something was at stake here.
Valmont rose slowly, as if of his own according, gathered his cup and saucer, and made his leisurely way over to the table.*
"Is this seat taken?" *he asked dryly.*
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Post by Emily on Jan 28, 2008 14:34:59 GMT -5
((I can't even remember if I ripped that off of somewhere but it popped into my head and I squeed because I would totally pull shit like that if I was a cute/hot dude.))
"Not yet. But you look like a taker."
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Post by Valmont on Jan 28, 2008 14:41:00 GMT -5
"I see my reputation precedes me."
*Valmont sat fluidly, sipping his coffee before placing the cup down with a small "clink."*
"Do you mean to imply you have something to offer?"
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Post by Emily on Jan 28, 2008 14:45:06 GMT -5
"Other than my vague interest, no."
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Post by Valmont on Jan 28, 2008 15:04:39 GMT -5
*So the trick with the chair had been vague interest?*
"You express your ambivalence most curiously."
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Post by Emily on Jan 28, 2008 15:08:20 GMT -5
"Then just imagine how my passion must compare," *he said in a light tone, sipping his tea.*
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Post by Valmont on Jan 28, 2008 15:10:54 GMT -5
"Is that what you invited me here to discuss?" *Valmont asked.* "I'm afraid there's been some mistake, monsieur."
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Post by Emily on Jan 28, 2008 15:15:01 GMT -5
"I do nothing idly," *he said with a shrug.* "But it's your choice if you want to stay with me or not, Monsieur."
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