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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 18:39:50 GMT -5
"It's very good," Valmont assured him, wondering what on earth this Erik was thinking. Still, the man didn't seem any the worse for his diet. "Shall I take you, then? I know a delightful spot just the next street over."
He gestured vaguely, and paused as if to let Mortimer object, though he knew he would not.
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 18:44:33 GMT -5
The little man smiled more openly and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat to keep from grasping Valmont's hand in gratitude as they went.
"Thank you, Monsieur. Is very nice, very glad f' friend."
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 18:51:27 GMT -5
If Valmont had ever felt guilt over the sort of things he did, now would be the time. But he didn't, and instead all he felt was the pleasure of the chase, the allure of the unknown.
"I'm so glad you feel that way," he said, leading the way to the restaurant. Mortimer was actually more presentable than the last time Valmont had seen him, though that didn't mean he wished to take him to any parties. "Here we are." He held open the door to a place Valmont had never actually been but looked promisingly Italian from the outside.
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 18:57:12 GMT -5
The little man padded inside, already sniffing at the air and deciding that it was just the sort of thing he wanted to try. He waited for Valmont to catch up and they were presumably led to a table and handed off menus, which Mortimer simply folded closed and laid on the table. He didn't want to have to go through the same embarrassment he'd felt with M. Desire, so he quipped straight off that he couldn't read and wished the other man to order something for him. Then he scooted his chair around the table to be more next to his host than across from him.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 18:59:42 GMT -5
This was going to be far too easy, Valmont thought to himself. Then he remembered why he was here, and was cheered somewhat. He was not all that surprised to learn that Mortimer could not read, and so he listed off a fair selection of dishes and waited for the man's response. "Does any of that sound good?"
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 19:05:08 GMT -5
Mortimer pulled a slight frown.
"Don't know what anything is. Pick something, will be good. Hm--will eat what Vamlont eats."
He smiled a little more again and trilled at the waiter who brought them house wine and poured it into their glasses, leaving the little man grinning at being served in such a way.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 19:09:54 GMT -5
The trilling was a bit disconcerting, but then again Valmont had seen the man turn into a shark. He smiled at Mortimer's odd delight in being served wine and ordered for them, a penne alla vodka that should be simple but exotic enough to interest his guest. He took a sip of his wine and watched Mortimer carefully, curious about the changes that had occurred since he'd first met the man.
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 19:13:49 GMT -5
Mortimer curled his poorly formed hands around the glass (they were so small, his human hands) and lifted it up to sniff at the liquid inside. He wrinkled his nose a bit but carefully sipped at it, smacking it around in his mouth a moment before giving a clicking purr and taking a gulp of the stuff.
"What is?" He held the glass toward Valmont with enthusiasm.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 19:17:20 GMT -5
Valmont lifted an eyebrow above his glass. This was going to be interesting.
"It's wine," he said. "Made from grapes. Haven't you had it before?"
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 19:21:30 GMT -5
He shook his head and took another more modest sip, rather enjoying the naturally slightly sweet flavor of the drink and the slight bite it had as well.
"Only tea. Can have wine at home? Hm...yes." he answered his own question, suddenly recalling having seen Erik or Julian with similarly shaped glasses filled with the pale liquid. Maybe he would ask Erik for some later.
"Very good, thank you." he beamed, and then gave another trill that boarded on an excited shriek when the food came, forgetting the wine as he set it aside and cast about for chopsticks.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 19:26:24 GMT -5
Valmont hoped there would not be much more screaming. In public, anyway. He watched Mortimer for a moment before holding up his fork.
"Are you looking for this?" he asked, and took a bite of his pasta. It was not the best he'd ever had, but he thought it would do for someone who had never had Italian food before--and who seemed to take such delight in everything as Mortimer did.
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 19:34:07 GMT -5
"Oh."
He blushed a bit and picked up his own fork, watching how Valmont held it and imitating him. The new food was very good and he ate rather more quickly than manners would normally allow, though somehow managed not to make an utter mess of either himself or his clothes.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 21:51:15 GMT -5
He seemed to like it, Valmont observed as he ate at a much slower pace. He wasn't terribly hungry anyway, so it hardly mattered.
"Have another glass of wine," he suggested when the waiter came again, and at Valmont's indication two more were poured.
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 23:33:50 GMT -5
"Yes, please." He chirped and halted on his food for a few moments to pick up the glass and gulp down the contents.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 23:38:56 GMT -5
It was to be expected that a small man, in his first experience with alcohol, would soon become drunk. Valmont doubted it was necessary, but it would be interesting just the same. "So. How do you like Paris, so far? Have you learned much since I saw you last?"
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