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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jan 21, 2009 8:04:42 GMT -5
"I'm not wary. I was just expecting the answer to be yes." He was still thinking about this, rather confusedly, and had an odd feeling of protectiveness come over him concerning his hair.
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Post by Armand on Jan 21, 2009 11:30:01 GMT -5
There was silence on Armand's end of the phone, as he waited patiently either for Nicolas to elaborate or to let him sort out his thoughts.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jan 21, 2009 11:40:59 GMT -5
When Armand didn't respond, Nicolas felt suddenly a bit cold, as though the temperature had dropped. His other hand touched the phone reassuringly, fingers moving to cup around the end of it near his mouth. "Why?" he asked, almost urgently. "Do you think I should?"
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Post by Armand on Jan 21, 2009 11:52:18 GMT -5
"I'm not the one to tell you whether to cut it or not. Leave it if it doesn't bother you."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jan 21, 2009 11:56:58 GMT -5
Nicolas smiled, but hesitantly. "I...shall, thank you."
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Post by Armand on Jan 22, 2009 10:36:28 GMT -5
"It's a shame you're not here now. I want to go down on the beach."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jan 22, 2009 10:47:17 GMT -5
Nicolas felt a little agitated and neglected, but said anyway, "Then go down on the beach. I'm not stopping you." He might have wondered, had he been less absorbed in the feeling, if Armand's intention had been to make him also wish he were there with Armand, for he too wanted to go down on the beach with him now that he was off.
This would probably lead him to spend a great deal more time thinking of the invitation he'd received from Armand in time to make the decision later that evening, should Armand ever return to the internet.
((Which I figure is what happens, so that he ends up over there for tomorrow.))
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Post by Armand on Jan 22, 2009 10:58:59 GMT -5
"Mmm. Do you think you could stand the separation?" Armand was not at all serious, although he was wondering if he'd offend Nicolas with his words. He was not accustomed to talking for any length of time on a phone, although nor did he particularly want to stop.
(( Indeed, that was Armand's intention. He wants to ensure that Nicolas will come. ))
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jan 22, 2009 11:02:01 GMT -5
((I did wonder. He's good at tricking Nicolas.))
Nicolas felt what might have been termed vulnerable by anyone else feeling it, vulnerable and maybe a little jealous, although of what, it was unsure, because the ocean was hardly stealing Armand away from him in the same way another person could. "Will I hear from you again soon?" Which was not much of an answer. Maybe Nicolas did not want to know what answer actually was.
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Post by Armand on Jan 22, 2009 22:14:41 GMT -5
Armand wondered, idly, how well the reception would be if he took the phone with him, but that was not really a serious consideration. He would do one or the other, but not both or at the same time. For some reason it seemed a little too much, like the state of mind achieved when talking to Nicolas and the state of mind of walking on the beach were incompatible.
My, what a mood he was in tonight.
"Won't you see me tomorrow, or the next night, or one of the following?" Armand asked. "No, I will stay and talk with you. Nicolas, you have not told me of your reading selection."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jan 23, 2009 12:56:33 GMT -5
When he put it that way! It was sort of as though if Nicolas did not decide to go down to that Island he would never get to see him again, after Armand put the phone down, and that, of course, was too much for Nicolas to bear. He pressed his nose against the phone in frustration and maybe a bit of fear, an odd childish fear of abandonment.
Tilting his head back, he spoke again. "Have you ever read a cookbook? I just sort of go down to the bookstore here and read everything. Something's interesting, on occasion... although I often can't understand why most of it is written."
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Post by Armand on Jan 23, 2009 13:11:28 GMT -5
Armand was surprised. However he had expected Nicolas to start out his answer, it was not like that.
"No, I haven't," he replied, his brow furrowing as though someone had placed a thumb precisely in the middle and slightly above the eyes. "Well yes, I have. Once, for the pictures. There was someone who had set up the meals as if they were pieces of art." Armand might have liked to do that, to go to a bookstore and read everything, but he'd been told they way he read was alarming. The last thing he would want to do would be to alarm a store full of mortals, and he couldn't to bear to read all of the books so, so slowly as to be able to pass. "So when you go to a bookstore, you go with the intention to read every one of them, regardless of content or interest?"
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jan 23, 2009 13:20:58 GMT -5
Nicolas seemed taken aback, unsure of how to properly answer that question. He hadn't thought of it in those terms before.
"I don't think I intend anything." His voice was dubious, in a childlike way, as though he were hesitant to stop there because he was fearful of being mocked or being told he had the wrong answer. "Though that is what happens, until I'm thrown out, anyway."
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Post by Armand on Jan 23, 2009 13:27:03 GMT -5
"Action without intention, how interesting. I wonder how many of us do that."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jan 23, 2009 13:29:13 GMT -5
"Don't be sarcastic. Please."
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