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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 11, 2009 19:21:46 GMT -5
"We agreed on the night." *Jean-François spat coldly.*
"I'm not going to pay to be insulted by you."
*He turned sharply, as if to leave. Perhaps he would. It would depend on Grantaire.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 11, 2009 19:24:16 GMT -5
The drunkard gave a frustrated noise and dropped down to gather up the coins, forgetting he didn't presently have pockets to put them in.
"I need the money! I'll keep my mouth shut."
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 11, 2009 19:34:33 GMT -5
*Jean-François stopped, eyes narrowing on the doorway ahead of him. He swallowed, his tongue rubbing at the roof of his mouth. Slowly, he turned back to the heap of the man.*
"I don't believe you." *He said, drawing out the words.*
"You've given me no reason to."
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Post by Grantaire on May 11, 2009 19:39:33 GMT -5
"I need the money, badly." he really could think of no other reason that might persuade the man, and really , he wasn't sure whether he should just count his blessings, take the 200 and leave.
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 11, 2009 19:53:48 GMT -5
"You have an odd way of showing gratitude for my generosity."
*He frowned, unblinking at the man. Was that the best he had? Surely a whore was better with his mouth.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 12, 2009 14:43:54 GMT -5
He had to have an excuse, and quickly...he dropped the little pile of coins onto his clothing and straightened again with a wince.
"I'm sorry--I'm just used to you giving me more direction."
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 12, 2009 14:46:42 GMT -5
"How much direction do you need to stand in place?" *Jean-François snarled. Really, he asked so little of him tonight. His eyes narrowed to tight slits for a moment, passion being reined in as he looked down on the man.*
"Is it so difficult for you to give your obedience?"
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Post by Grantaire on May 12, 2009 14:56:14 GMT -5
Perhaps it was that Morangias was indeed asking so little of him--it gave him too much room to think and retaliate.
"You know that it is! Isn't that why you wanted me?"
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 12, 2009 15:06:34 GMT -5
*Without a moment's pause, Jean-François bent to backhand Grantaire. The blow was sharp and unyielding. As quickly as he had struck he reposed, body ridged, but only prepared to strike again if necessary.*
"Perhaps. Maybe I want to make a better man of you. Someone that can...give back." *He smiled coldly.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 12, 2009 15:10:22 GMT -5
The blow was a bit startling, and it stung and brought a warm tingle to his cheek. He touched the spot gingerly with his fingers, a little stunned, and leaned as if he were going to take a step back but fell forward instead.
"I'm not sure what that means..." his rough hands curled into the fabric of whatever the older man was wearing and his hips strained forward on their own, making him nauseous and hateful of himself.
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 12, 2009 15:18:58 GMT -5
*Jean-François stepped back instinctively, not one to be touched. But there he stilled to explain.*
"I only mean that perhaps you should be taught some proper manners. If you behaved better, you might be able to keep your lovers."
*Cruel, but brutally honest as well. No man wanted someone to back talk constantly with snide comments.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 12, 2009 15:22:36 GMT -5
It didn't sting as much as the blow had, but there was probably some truth to it. Though he was fairly certain the larger reason being, well, YOUR MOM his face.
"I don't want to keep them, I just want their money."
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 12, 2009 15:34:16 GMT -5
((*snickers*))
"Oh, so I see." *Jean-François nodded knowingly.*
"Is that why you need so much money right now, just to earn more?"
*He shook his head slowly.*
"I think not. I think that you want out. For the time being at least. You don't want your boy looking at you like a whore."
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2009 13:10:52 GMT -5
Grantaire dropped his head at that and sniffed.
"I'm getting too old and too used up."
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 13, 2009 20:22:37 GMT -5
*A pathetic creature, to be sure. Jean-François remained unmoved to his plight.*
"You're arguing my point for me. You need this new fellow to thing you are something other than what you've always been. You want him to what? Love you?" *His lips snarled at the word.*
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