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Post by Mortimer on Apr 23, 2009 16:29:13 GMT -5
"Oh. Well, if there are people, I would like to see them, and the trains."
((presumably))Carlos led him to the station and they took up a bench on the platform, which seemed darkish and nearly deserted, but the little man sat next to the larger excitedly, leaning forward and peering up and down the tracks.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Apr 23, 2009 20:04:17 GMT -5
Soon enough, a train entered the station, the cloud of steam adding to the dreamlike quality of the night and the roar of it breaking the silence. Carlos loved the sound of it; he'd loved it even more as a boy, watching and waiting for his chance--figuratively, of course--to get out.
Well, he was out, and he'd forgotten, for long stretches of time, what that sound meant to him. His broad face broke into a smile as he watched the few people ascend or descend, busy at this time of night to get someplace with a bed.
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Post by Mortimer on Apr 24, 2009 2:14:40 GMT -5
Mortimer only watched the people for a moment before his attention was taken by Carlos' face and his broad and open smile, sincere and guileless for the moment. He grinned himself and snuggled up against the big man's side, watching the people with him, pointing at one particularly lovely person.
"Is that a man, or a woman?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Apr 27, 2009 12:29:21 GMT -5
"Hmm?" Carlos looked in the direction indicated. "I think that's... hmm." He squinted. "A man. But I can see how you'd be confused. He's very foppish, isn't he? I'm not sure a woman would so brazenly parade herself about in tight trousers."
He looked down, surprised to see the little man snuggled against him. "D'you like him?"
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Post by Mortimer on Apr 27, 2009 12:53:51 GMT -5
"I like the way he walks. And I have seen many women in trousers." Or least, he was fairly certain he had. His ability to tell the sexes apart was certainly better than it had been a few months ago.
"Do you like him?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Apr 27, 2009 13:29:32 GMT -5
"Oh yes, naturally, women wear trousers. I merely meant that in my experience, they are usually rather more... discreet about it. It's not entirely done, you know, so they tend to be subtle." He frowned, thinking about that little mezzo Abercrombie-O'Toole, who so offensively refused to pretend anymore.
Carlos took another look, and shrugged.
"He's pretty enough, but a bit flashy for me."
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Post by Mortimer on Apr 28, 2009 13:48:35 GMT -5
"Flashy?"
He tilted his head cutely up at the man. "I don't know what that means. I like his boots..." he trailed off a bit there and looked down at his own bare feet, wiggling his toes with a wistful sigh and wishing he'd decided to fetch his, but looked up again after another moment and grinned.
"Can we ride on the train?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Apr 28, 2009 13:57:10 GMT -5
"I mean he's too foppish." He realized Mortimer might not understand this, either. "I mean he dresses too ornately, too richly, too eager to command attention." This was, of course, very rich coming form someone like Carlos--but he did not tend to rely on his clothing to catch the eye. He didn't have to.
"Ride the train? I don't... that is, I don't have anywhere to go."
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Post by Mortimer on May 5, 2009 18:08:10 GMT -5
"Do you have to have somewhere to go to ride on the train? Can you not just go from one end of the city to the other? I've never been on a train as a person before. I was in a cage the last time, and I didn't understand things then. Couldn't you take me, monsieur?"
He pouted prettily up at Carlos, resting his chin on the man's shoulder.
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Post by Carlos Castro on May 5, 2009 18:13:36 GMT -5
There was no good reason why a man, a full grown man, propping his head up like that, should be to affecting. Carlos scowled without conviction. There was a lot he clearly didn't understand about the world. A world where people turned into sharks and were transported in cages. Then again, he was living proof that the world made no sense.
"All right," he grumbled, telling himself he had no choice, the man was so persistent.
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Post by Mortimer on May 9, 2009 13:49:52 GMT -5
Mortimer grinned and sat up again with a suppressed little trill and tugged on Carlos' hand.
"Where shall we go?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on May 11, 2009 12:17:14 GMT -5
Carlos stood, not as graceful as Mortimer though he was by no means clumsy. "Does it matter?" he asked. He glanced at the schedule, hanging above the ticket windows. "The next train will take us west, past some countryside, though it will be dark. Why not merely get off, and return when we want to?"
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Post by Mortimer on May 11, 2009 15:18:50 GMT -5
"Oh, yes. It would be very nice. Do they have things to eat on the trains as well?"
The little man fished into his pockets and produced some of his crumpled money to give to Carlos for tickets, hopping one foot to the other in his excitement. He wondered, idly, if Erik would be angry with him.
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Post by Carlos Castro on May 11, 2009 16:08:33 GMT -5
Carlos put out a hand as if to wave Mortimer's money away. He had no idea what the man did, if anything, for a living--oh, right, he made love, or some such, though it was unclear if money was involved there--but he had plenty. He bought a first-class ticket to a destination beyond anyplace they'd need, which meant a private compartment and access to the dining car.
"There is food," Carlos assured him, chuckling. "Can you possibly be hungry again?" He could, but he'd always been told--in tones that implied people were laughing at him--that he was unusual.
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Post by Mortimer on May 11, 2009 16:22:38 GMT -5
"Oh, I eat whenever I like."
He trilled and fidgeted around Carlos until the train was ready to board again and then marveled openly at the interior which was much narrower than he'd thought it would be, but still very pretty. When they took their place in the private car, Mortimer stretched and pushed himself up against the window, leaving foggy webbed handprints on the glass.
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