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Feb 3, 2009 12:57:20 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 3, 2009 12:57:20 GMT -5
Miles had forgotten the newspaper would be in French, and hoped that whenever his guest - who was a rentboy, although not his rentboy, although Miles was sorely and absurdly tempted to ask him all about how that sort of thing was settled - arrived, he would not be upset that Miles was in actuality not reading a newspaper, as promised, but sitting on a bench in front of the hotel and browsing a catalog of men's clothing with a pen propped and alert in his hands.
He was wearing his sunglasses again, feeling that since he was meeting a renter for lunch he might as well try to look as smooth and as posh as, well, he imagined a man in that situation ought to. He did hope the boy appreciated the effort without the effort being too obvious.
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Feb 3, 2009 13:09:50 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 3, 2009 13:09:50 GMT -5
Thanks to his newly acquired watch, László was actually able to be on time. As he walked to the hotel, he pointedly ignored the looks and side-glances he got from the people that frequented this area. He didn't give a damn what they thought of him, but if anyone decided to say something to him, he had a few responses prepared--mostly along the lines of "bite me".
He spotted Miles, sitting where he said he'd be, looking rather cool about the situation. He was surprise Miles' reaction to what he was had been so mild.
"Hey."
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Lunch
Feb 3, 2009 13:30:18 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 3, 2009 13:30:18 GMT -5
Miles looked up from the catalog with a wonderfully confidential - he thought - smile. Now, of course, in Paris it was not that uncommon for men and women of all tastes to meet up with dates from various places, and therefore, for a commonly-dressed young man to saunter up to a well-dressed and vaguely effeminate young man in front of a hotel was not exactly strange, and had certain connotations for most viewers; probably certain ones in László's mind, as well. But Miles was oblivious to all as he gestured for László to sit beside him.
"Now, pre-meal, my cherub," he said quite genially, folding the catalog up in perky elegance of movement, "there was a more delicate matter I so wanted to press..."
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Feb 3, 2009 14:15:42 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 3, 2009 14:15:42 GMT -5
Without thinking about it, he idly touched the bandage on his neck. It hurt a bit, but thanks to the painkiller Isa had given him, it wasn't too bad.
"Oh? What was that?"
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Feb 3, 2009 14:26:51 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 3, 2009 14:26:51 GMT -5
Tracing his thumbnail over a picture, Miles was only dimly paying attention at the moment.
"Well, you know, we absolutely could go to a restaurant, but for your attire, my dear, and so..." He turned to László to continue his train of thought, but it vanished (rather than derailing, it sort of up and floated away) when he took note of the bandage, and his face grew rather pale. "Oh my," he said with concern, reached up automatically and stroking it as though trying to gage the injury that way, with total thoughtlessness. "What happened to you, darling?"
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Feb 3, 2009 14:45:37 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 3, 2009 14:45:37 GMT -5
He flinched back, not because of pain but more from a reflex reaction.
"Oh...someone got a little rough last night. It happens."
He really didn't want to have to explain just how he got the injury, and hoped Miles wouldn't ask too much about it.
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Feb 3, 2009 15:04:47 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 3, 2009 15:04:47 GMT -5
Miles was staring a moment, as this was something that had never occurred to him.
"It happens?" he repeated after a moment, sounding as though he might have been horrified with concern somewhere along his inner lining, if not out on the open. His brow was very furrowed and he reached up to take off his glasses as though he needed to get a better look. "Does it happen often? Oh, you poor thing - "
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Feb 3, 2009 15:26:49 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 3, 2009 15:26:49 GMT -5
He sighed.
"Not often. But enough that I can expect it. Don't worry about it. I'm fine."
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Feb 3, 2009 15:42:56 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 3, 2009 15:42:56 GMT -5
Miles withdrew his hand, which had reached towards him again, slowly, accepting this not quite easy for him.
"But it's on your throat..." He half-breathed, sounding slightly strangled. He could not imagine anyone would injure someone on the throat without some intention to do great damage. The arms, the shoulders, that was bad enough...
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Feb 3, 2009 15:58:41 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 3, 2009 15:58:41 GMT -5
"Yes. Sometimes it's...worse than usual. But I'm here, I'm all right, see?"
He really, really hoped Miles wasn't too disturbed by it--his intent hadn't been to horrify him or anything like that.
Damned vampire.
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Feb 3, 2009 16:37:27 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 3, 2009 16:37:27 GMT -5
Miles was somewhat touched - that may or may not have been the point - by the informal and semi-familiar way László reassured him of his health and safety.
"Mm. Well, don't go back to him," said Miles, shooting him a look, alarm cooling, and placing his sunglasses back over his eyes again, which he moved back to the catalog.
It took a moment before he realized he had been trying to say something in the first place. "Ah, László?" He asked, gently unfolding the catalog and slipping it to him with an eager-to-please little smile.
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Feb 3, 2009 16:44:55 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 3, 2009 16:44:55 GMT -5
"I can't be picky. But in this case, yeah, I won't."
He reallllly didn't need to practically faint from blood loss again.
"Hmm?"
He glanced at the catalog, not quite getting the meaning.
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Feb 3, 2009 16:54:07 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 3, 2009 16:54:07 GMT -5
Miles gave him a glance that was very knowing and almost suggestive - it would probably have been in another context.
"Oh, come now. You know that once it's dinner, and then it's lunch, it's got to be theaters and restaurants and Operas next and you can't dress like that."
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Feb 3, 2009 16:57:55 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 3, 2009 16:57:55 GMT -5
His eyes widened.
"Uh...I can't afford anything better than what I've got now..."
It was a bit disconcerting, what he was talking about. Theaters and opera?
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Feb 3, 2009 17:01:20 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 3, 2009 17:01:20 GMT -5
Miles shook his head. "You are so coy. Did you learn that?"
He was smiling, but starting to get fairly nervous, as it was a forward proposal, and László could have been, after all, just trying to easily tell him he had little interest in seeing him. "I'd buy you anything in there that you wanted," he said smartly, though his voice had become sharply softer in tone.
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