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Post by Ghislain on Oct 1, 2009 11:08:56 GMT -5
He rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow without thinking. Unwise. His shoulder was sore. He grimaced, but it was more of the eye rolling I-should-have-guessed sort of grimace than anything else, and bore it.
"Of course," he said, watching the vampire - for vampire was the word, though Baudelaire had apparently not known they could be this alluring, as well - slip out of bed. "Do you think I'd have charged if I thought that I hadn't?"
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Post by Daniel on Oct 1, 2009 11:24:37 GMT -5
Finally, he'd found the blue jeans and extracted the wallet. He didn't normally have need for money, since he usually just took whatever it was, but he still kept it on hand for those times where it wouldn't be feasible to be without it.
He glanced back at Ghislain over his shoulder.
"Point."
He scooted back across the bed and counted out what had been asked for, then held it out to the rentboy.
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Post by Ghislain on Oct 1, 2009 11:27:40 GMT -5
Ghislain took the cash gracefully, pinching it between two fingers and receiving it with near boredom.
"If it makes you feel any better," said Ghislain, letting his fingers curl around it as he wasn't getting up immediately to dress and therefore to get his own wallet, "I would have let you had me for free, had I but been off work."
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Post by Daniel on Oct 1, 2009 11:30:21 GMT -5
His gaze traveled down Ghislain's body and back again.
"Now there's a thought. But, hmm, when are you not at work?"
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Post by Ghislain on Oct 1, 2009 11:33:01 GMT -5
"Oh, a good point. Perhaps, next time we meet, I will have to abruptly stop, for I am sophisticated and decide my own hours," he said, stretching out on the bed like a cat. "Lean over me."
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Post by Daniel on Oct 1, 2009 11:45:03 GMT -5
"Mmm."
He leaned forward, mildly curious.
"Yes?"
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Post by Ghislain on Oct 1, 2009 11:47:23 GMT -5
Ghislain lifted a hand, turned Daniel's face toward him, staring up with a slightly thoughtful frown that was nearly grim, not that Ghislain was ever that, and pushed his thumb into Daniel's mouth, trying to open it and trace a fingertip over his teeth. He wanted to see his teeth.
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Post by Daniel on Oct 1, 2009 11:56:56 GMT -5
He chuckled at what Ghislain was doing.
"You could just ask, you know."
And bared his teeth, showing off the unmistakable fangs.
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Post by Ghislain on Oct 1, 2009 12:22:39 GMT -5
"Sophisticated. Didn't say polite," he murmured.
The sight of them produced, even in one expecting them, even in one who had been a few minutes ago been taking pleasure in the act of being bit by them, a brief bit of shock. He stared.
"How?" he asked, after a moment.
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Post by Daniel on Oct 1, 2009 12:27:39 GMT -5
"How? How did it happen, you mean?"
The shock was something he was used to, though it wasn't as bad as some reactions he'd seen before.
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Post by Ghislain on Oct 1, 2009 12:31:55 GMT -5
"Precisely."
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Post by Daniel on Oct 1, 2009 12:40:49 GMT -5
He settled down a bit next to Ghislain.
"Like it always does in stories. Another one made me into this."
After a lot of begging and pleading and almost drinking myself to death. But yes.
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Post by Ghislain on Oct 1, 2009 12:41:37 GMT -5
"And why did he do that?"
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Post by Daniel on Oct 1, 2009 12:42:55 GMT -5
"Because I was dying."
He wasn't about to launch into telling the whole sordid mess, but general details were fine.
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Post by Ghislain on Oct 1, 2009 12:50:14 GMT -5
Oh, drama. He didn't suppose he wanted to go there. He propped himself up again slightly, making a face as he moved again.
"Do it again," he said, in a low voice.
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