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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 9, 2009 22:18:10 GMT -5
"I want to."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 9, 2009 22:19:56 GMT -5
It wasn't so faint anymore.
"I... I... really don't know. Why don't you, um, you can surprise me," he said helpfully, still a little breathless. After all, they were in nice open marketplace. Something sold all over the place.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 9, 2009 22:23:08 GMT -5
He glanced around and settled on a display of brightly-colored scarves.
"Come here."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 9, 2009 22:23:47 GMT -5
He followed, smiling and biting his lower lip brightly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 9, 2009 22:24:31 GMT -5
"Which one do you think you'd wear the most?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 9, 2009 22:26:53 GMT -5
He flushed but remained perfectly composed, looking over them all, lifting a finger absent-mindedly, about to point.
"Tthhhh....at one," he said, pointing at a lilac-colored knit scarf of the kind that was very large and loose and thick and could wrap around your jaw and still perch on your shoulders. Of course, being somewhat smaller than average, this wasn't hard for him to do anyway, but this scarf would have been a bit big on Adrian.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 9, 2009 22:30:47 GMT -5
"I thought you might like something to hide your throat," he continued as he took the scarf from the hook and looped it around Adrien's neck.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 10, 2009 8:15:45 GMT -5
Adrien giggled, lifting a hand to his nose as though going to cough into it, embarrassed and supremely delighted all at the same time.
"It's beautiful," he said.
Both of them were apparently ignoring the woman running this booth, but whatever.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 10, 2009 12:40:10 GMT -5
"Is this something you'd want?" he said, with a placating glance at the stall owner.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 10, 2009 12:45:19 GMT -5
He nodded, taking one of the ends and rubbing it against his cheek. Then he smiled at him and lifted it to Adrian's cheek, brushing it over his cheekbone. It might have been coy on someone else - indeed, on the Adrien of merely a month ago - but there was a strange gravity to the gesture now.
"Isn't it so soft?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 10, 2009 13:04:40 GMT -5
"We'll take it," he said, turning to the woman running the stall.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 10, 2009 13:06:55 GMT -5
Adrien hung by Adrian's side as the transaction occurred, holding the the scarf, knuckles brushing his cheeks, but he let go of it to beam at Adrian and take his arm again as they went on.
"Now you can give me as many lovebites as you like!" he said, confidentially, as they walked on.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 10, 2009 13:12:08 GMT -5
Adrian looked at him in vague bemusement.
"Yes, of course."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 10, 2009 13:14:15 GMT -5
The movement of his fingers down his arm, before he halted them, gave away plainly that he'd momentarily been about to take his hand, and probably lace their fingers together.
"Adrian? D'you wanna get an ice cream?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 10, 2009 13:19:23 GMT -5
"Is that your way of saying you want ice cream?" Adrian said dryly.
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