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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Dec 1, 2008 1:30:20 GMT -5
There was some embarrassment, of course, but Carlos was not about to share that with Maleo Addams. He turned, smiling, the full force of a most satisfying evening showing in his expression (despite his headache). "Señor Addams," he said pleasantly. "I was more worried about you. So rude of me, not to... see you home. But you got there anyway, I trust, as you seem hale enough this morning." Maleo smiled and smoothed back his hair a bit, folding his arms over his chest as he played on the defensive side for once. "No, I found my way home perfectly well, thank you," he said, giving a slight bow in that state. Now they had no excuse to not be able to handle physical proximity on stage, at least. "Your concern is... touching."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 1, 2008 1:51:33 GMT -5
"Hmm, I'm so glad you find it so," Carlos murmured. "I do not bestow it lightly, as you know." He wondered if Maleo had liked the show. Honestly, most of the evening was a blur at this point.
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 1, 2008 12:42:23 GMT -5
((Geez, they're still hot. INvITE HIM FOR DINNER, CARLOS. XD))
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Dec 1, 2008 17:30:09 GMT -5
"Then I appreciate your generous concern, Señor." Maleo grinned and moved to Carlos' opposite side, whispering toward his ear:
"I also thank you for a bit of inspiration, Alexander. Mi conquistador."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 1, 2008 17:39:16 GMT -5
Carlos thought he should be more annoyed, but he just didn't have the energy for it anymore. Or rather, it was being expended on other things; lately he was thinking about his music, about people other than himself, and the change was working on his personality. He was less likely to spring ruthlessly into a temper, and when he did, it was seldom for the reasons he used to.
And Addams had been right about one thing, at least--he enjoyed hating him.
"Inspiration? For your opera?" he said, incredulous. "I should certainly hope not."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Dec 1, 2008 17:42:51 GMT -5
"Too late!" exclaimed Maleo, patting Castro's shoulder a few times, still grinning that grin that could make someone want to kill him for wearing it so long.
"But don't worry, you have had a better effect than I could have hoped for!"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 1, 2008 17:48:47 GMT -5
Carlos' eyes narrowed, worried about what this effect might be. "I cannot even imagine what you mean. For which, I am grateful." Whatever was going on behind that smile could not be pretty, and Carlos was currently quite disgusted with himself for letting the man get to him the night before.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Dec 1, 2008 17:55:46 GMT -5
"Oh, if I told you now, I might have to change it in the opera later. Do not worry, your role is well preserved, Señor. I would not mislead the story as it was told."
Of course, he also meant that he had gotten a conclusion to his story with the help of the Maestro, but he had already thanked the corpse-like composer the night before. Then a thought occurred to him, and Maleo withdrew his hand and folded his arms over his chest.
"You are afraid of what I may say, aren't you?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 1, 2008 18:06:27 GMT -5
"'Fear' is hardly the word I'd use to describe any feeling I have for you," Carlos said snidely. "And you would not dare to move against me in that way, knowing what you'd be up against."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Dec 1, 2008 18:09:27 GMT -5
"Oh, I don't know. Some things seem to have their own morbid humor." However, Castro was right in one sense - he would not be so petty as to play Carlos as a fool through the Opera. He had far better and more personal means to do that if he so wished.
"I hate you too, Carlos," he added in a bit of singsong, brushing his shoulder against the tenor's before taking a few steps away from him, much in the same manner as he had the night before.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 1, 2008 18:27:10 GMT -5
But Carlos did not follow after him this time.
"The feeling is mutual, Señor," he said pointedly. Had he just called Erik a "thing"? He was offended, until he recalled Maleo's own "friend" and decided the man might not mean it as an insult. Even if it was.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Dec 1, 2008 18:44:38 GMT -5
He hadn't meant it as an insult, but did not know how Carlos would take to having his... what was the Maestro? Were they linked like Maleo was with Marlow, or was it actually something deeper? Either way, he had only meant to keep Destler anonymous, just in case some of the cast may have become an eavesdropping nuisance.
Then he would have competition, and Maleo considered Castro his to toy with.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Dec 1, 2008 18:48:40 GMT -5
Carlos had a similar thought--regarding eavesdroppers, that is--and glanced around, though he didn't see anyone in hearing distance. Still, that didn't mean much. Opera folk were notorious gossips.
((So sweet.))
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Post by Julian on Dec 2, 2008 11:33:24 GMT -5
The daroga watched him silently for a moment. Disturbing, intriguing; he'd certainly found something. "Is there something else to find here?" he asked quietly. "What do you think I should seek?" *Julian's eyes narrowed. This man was nothing like the others that he had met. He was curious, but in a shrewd way. It was odd, but not unpleasant.* "Most individuals that come to the opera are here in a timely manner if they only wish to see the performance. Surely you have some ulterior motive then?" *The question was surprisingly curious. Not condescending.*
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Post by The Persian on Dec 2, 2008 11:43:37 GMT -5
The fact that the man required a reason of him was suspicious. The Persian did not know in what way, because he could not imagine what the man was thinking that made his own presence so odd.
"I am a stranger to your country, as you are no doubt aware," he said finally. "I have been exploring your city for some weeks. Passing by the facade of this building aroused my curiosity; that is my sole reason for visiting. If I have an ulterior motive, it is merely nosiness."
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