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Post by Darren on Oct 1, 2006 11:34:30 GMT -5
"Oh, don't be that way," Darren pouted, following him. "Nobody likes a sulker."
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Post by Nadir on Oct 1, 2006 11:37:32 GMT -5
"Your presence would suggest otherwise," *scowled Nadir in a clipped tone, focusing viciously on his feet.*
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Post by Darren on Oct 1, 2006 11:44:41 GMT -5
Darren cocked an eyebrow and leaned on the desk. "Does my presence bother you?" he queried, his tone half flirtatious and half offended.
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Post by Nadir on Oct 1, 2006 11:49:19 GMT -5
"Nothing bothers me," *stated Nadir flatly.* "Can't let anything bother me, not now. I've seen what happens when people let themselves be bothered."
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Post by Darren on Oct 1, 2006 11:54:04 GMT -5
Darren rolled his eyes and settled back against the desk, crossing his legs neatly at the ankle. "You know, you're really useless when you're intoxicated." He slid him a glance slyly. "Never mind; I take that back."
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Post by Nadir on Oct 1, 2006 11:56:57 GMT -5
"You've never known me when I haven't been intoxicated--what kind of way to form an opinion is that? I'll have you know I'm very useful when both intoxicated and sober!" *Nadir strode over to a wingback chair and threw his long, lean frame into it carelessly.*
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Post by Darren on Oct 1, 2006 11:59:57 GMT -5
Darren paused for thought. "You know, I think you're right," he replied with a rather wicked smile. "I'm sure you could be even more... useful when you're sober."
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Post by Nadir on Oct 1, 2006 12:02:05 GMT -5
"I assure you, I'm very useful no matter what my blood-alcohol level," *muttered Nadir with a frown, the metaphors whizzing right over his touselled head.*
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Post by Darren on Oct 1, 2006 12:05:43 GMT -5
"Are you up to putting that to the test? You do seem quite a bit more inebriated than when we met..."
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Post by Nadir on Oct 1, 2006 12:06:51 GMT -5
"Putting what to the test? What is it you wish me to do?" *said Nadir in confusion, the brandy now seeming to take full effect on his comprehension.*
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Post by Darren on Oct 1, 2006 12:11:16 GMT -5
((Good grief, he really is useless. I've got to break out the big guns here... *snerk*))
Darren smiled naughtily, then crossed the room and knelt between Nadir's sprawled legs. "It's about what you wish you to do."
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Post by Nadir on Oct 1, 2006 12:13:57 GMT -5
((He's forgetful when he's drunk. And he's not likely to take much initiative, is he?)) *Nadir lightly cuffed the strange little man in the head.* "What the devil are you getting at?"
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Post by Darren on Oct 1, 2006 12:18:55 GMT -5
Darren's fingers danced lightly up Nadir's thighs. "That depends what you want to be gotten at," he replied, his voice serious but his eyes bright. "I am at your disposal."
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Post by Nadir on Oct 1, 2006 12:21:22 GMT -5
*Nadir let out a disbelieving sigh and rubbed his hands across his face.* "You have a liking for pain, Monsieur?"
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Post by Darren on Oct 1, 2006 12:25:32 GMT -5
Darren's eyes glinted. "On certain occasions."
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