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Post by Mortimer on Nov 26, 2008 23:47:02 GMT -5
He nodded over his glass, setting it down empty and smacking his lips lightly, picking up his for again and finishing off his food.
"Mmhm. Easier to tell Madame, Monsieur. But not always. I know where some things are--like the park! And best apple sellers and good chocolate."
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Post by Valmont on Nov 26, 2008 23:48:32 GMT -5
Valmont chuckled.
"Those are important things, indeed." A thought struck him. "How old are you, Monsieur Mortimer?" Not that it mattered. He was just curious.
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 27, 2008 0:00:13 GMT -5
He tilted his head and blinked slowly, having so little concept of age that he couldn't even think to as "what is" because it seemed a strange syntax to use with a "how" question.
"Don't understand..."
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Post by Valmont on Nov 27, 2008 0:02:52 GMT -5
"Hmm," Valmont said, leaning on his hand. "How long have you been alive? How many years?"
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 27, 2008 2:56:24 GMT -5
"Oh. Much much much. Don't remember. Much older than Erik..Erik was small when first see, very tall now."
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Post by Desire on Nov 27, 2008 15:45:01 GMT -5
"Mortimer changes much." What did the person know about it anyway. A sudden rudder-like tail was lashed out at an empty table, splintering it to pieces and the deathgod was gone. Deathgod indeed. Desire's eyes narrowed but it did not lose its temper - although when, a moment later, it glanced back to the table, it found it had lost its appetite. Desire met with a lot of disrespect, but really. And it was fortunate for Mortimer Desire was not one of its siblings, a rather Byronic one in particular. Desire sighed and resigned itself to finishing its cigarette before it left. And it did soon, money on the table but no one in the room able to recall what exactly had broken the table or where the guests had gone. It had decided to take a walk elsewhere, on the other side of the city. Certainly there had to be others more interesting somewhere - it was Paris, after all.
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Post by Valmont on Nov 28, 2008 11:22:46 GMT -5
"I see," Valmont said, though he didn't at all. Sharkmen he could not fathom, even if he saw them; apparent age was something he was familiar with and this did not mesh. "You must have seen many things in all that time."
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 28, 2008 11:28:10 GMT -5
He nodded enthusiastically and slurped up another mouthful of food.
"I miss the ocean. But Paris is nice."
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Post by Valmont on Nov 28, 2008 11:37:53 GMT -5
Valmont thought Paris was a great deal "nicer" than any ocean, but then again, he didn't have a tail and probably wasn't suited to it. "I'm glad to hear it. I should like to help you, Mortimer. To experience the parts of Paris your Erik may not have shown you."
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Post by Mortimer on Nov 28, 2008 11:43:14 GMT -5
"Oh!" He grinned and gave an excited bounce in his chair, scooting it closer to the man (so that he could reach the tasty wine and pour more of it into his glass)
"Erik has not shown me any of Paris, see it all alone. What will Monsieur show?"
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Post by Valmont on Dec 1, 2008 1:32:28 GMT -5
Valmont watched Mortimer pour more wine with pleasure, but took none himself.
"Hmm," he said. "What would you like to see? There are great buildings, parks, theaters, fine houses..."
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 1, 2008 10:42:49 GMT -5
"Oh, everything!" he beamed, licking his lips of sweet residue annd gulping down more food.
"Hm. Can go up-high? On tower?"
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Post by Valmont on Dec 1, 2008 10:51:41 GMT -5
The idea was less than attractive to Valmont, as it did not lend itself to the sort of thing he had in mind, but in the interest of keeping Mortimer happy he could certainly handle it. "Of course," he said. He supposed the man meant that iron monstrosity he couldn't quite recall being built. "Whenever you're ready, M. Mortimer."
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 1, 2008 10:56:13 GMT -5
The little man smiled and pushd a hand through his wild hair, quickly finishing his meal and topping it off with the rest of the wiine in the bottle.
"Then can see pretty houses?"
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Post by Valmont on Dec 1, 2008 11:07:44 GMT -5
Valmont's smile became more sincere--that is, he was genuinely more pleased, if nothing else. "Whatever you like, Monsieur," he said smoothly. "I have nothing but time. I hope you enjoyed your meal?"
Valmont placed several notes on the table and patted his mouth with his napkin.
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