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Feb 25, 2009 12:09:19 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 25, 2009 12:09:19 GMT -5
((Strange man = Andrew or Mitya? Also. I am very upset because I can't think if, after this thread ends, which will probably be in a month since it's neverending, I should bother you for the László/Ghislain/Valmont thread or another László and Mitya one. ><))
Miles got up from his chair and loped off rather elegantly in the direction of the telephone, which, of course, was a device Miles was more than well-acquainted with, even though he had no one to ring up these days but the hotel's servants.
He decided to order tea for the both of them, and a bottle of milk in case László did not drink tea, and besides, Miles took milk with his tea in the first place.
Glancing over at László, who seemed to have gone remarkably quiet and broody - which weren't so unusual on László, as far as he'd seen, but which were more than unsettling following so soon on the heels of that emotional outburst which had left the young man so shaken - Miles began to ponder somewhat hesitantly suggestions for what they might do later, and worried how forward this was. As it was, lunch was effectively over, and he'd have nothing left to order to keep him there.
A picture show? Did László like boating? A theater production? He couldn't begin to think of what László might like to see. They'd already talked about music halls...
Miles said goodbye and hung up rather distractedly, watching László with a thoughtful frown.
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Lunch
Feb 25, 2009 12:17:20 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 25, 2009 12:17:20 GMT -5
((Mitya. Andrew was a fairly normal (but on the nice end of the scale) customer.
And I want to say Valmont. Because...it's Valmont. Well, and László hasn't met him or Ghislain))
He was staring at the table, expression thoughtful. He was no closer to understanding the situation now than he had been before. He just didn't have a frame of reference for it.
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Lunch
Feb 25, 2009 12:25:32 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 25, 2009 12:25:32 GMT -5
((Sounds good! I hope you and Kris and Emily figure out all kinds of evilness for the blackmail plot, too. ^_^))
Miles stood after a moment and straightened his clothing as though everything were quite normal, returning to another chair and lounging.
"I get so bored sitting in," he said after a moment, speaking quite normally, as though nothing had happened. "Don't you? I would be an awful host if I never took you anywhere."
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Feb 25, 2009 12:54:42 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 25, 2009 12:54:42 GMT -5
"I don't know. I sleep part of the day, since I'm awake all night. What would you want?"
It was a bad of way of figuring things out, but László didn't know what else to do short of asking straight out, and when things got serious Miles seemed to have a tendency to steer the conversation in another direction.
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Feb 25, 2009 14:39:57 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 25, 2009 14:39:57 GMT -5
Miles tugged the foremost lock of his hair, twirling it around his finger casually, looking as bored as he could bring himself to be, as it was at least a better emotion than anxiety.
"Well. To go out. More or less. Haven't been out in Paris since I got here. Have you any idea where the nearest cinema is?"
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Feb 25, 2009 14:59:46 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 25, 2009 14:59:46 GMT -5
"I have no idea."
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Feb 25, 2009 15:04:34 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 25, 2009 15:04:34 GMT -5
Miles pursed his lips in thought.
"You ever been to a theater?" he asked carefully, wording it as though it were quite casual.
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Feb 25, 2009 15:08:54 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 25, 2009 15:08:54 GMT -5
"No. I don't have the money for such things."
The theater was a luxury. In fact, the only time he'd been to a place of music was when the vampire had taken him to the opera...and look how well that had turned out...
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Feb 25, 2009 16:22:52 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 25, 2009 16:22:52 GMT -5
Miles tilted his head, interest catching, or so he thought, hopefully.
"Oh? Well, if you did, would you want to go?"
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Feb 25, 2009 16:32:42 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 25, 2009 16:32:42 GMT -5
He sighed.
"I would like to if I could."
He was starting to get weary, trying to get Miles to see just how few his options were. He was almost tempted to just say "whatever" to everything.
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Feb 25, 2009 16:55:56 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 25, 2009 16:55:56 GMT -5
László had no idea that Miles was dancing around the topic partially because - in addition to not knowing how limited his options for entertainment were - he was so terrified of László's rejecting any suggestion. After all, László was not the first rather low-class man Miles had gotten tangled with - in any definition of the term - and Miles had not found the majority to desperately wish to attend the Opera or its like. And Miles had no idea of how completely László missed the point, therefore there was no communication on this.
"Well," he said, after hesitating, trying to make this sound as casual and deal-striking as he could, so that if László refused him he could brush it off easily, "there is a midday production of La dame aux camelias going on at Bernhardt's theater this Saturday and I would go but for the lack of company... - "
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Feb 25, 2009 17:00:10 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 25, 2009 17:00:10 GMT -5
"Miles, I can't do that. I would like to, but that's out of my reach."
He would be reasonable. Miles had been nothing but nice to him. It wouldn't do any good getting annoyed because the other man didn't seem to understand.
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Feb 25, 2009 17:02:49 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 25, 2009 17:02:49 GMT -5
Miles looked sort of deflated and miserable, but also very much as though he had predicted this would happen.
"I thought you said you couldn't go out at night," he said, looking sort of wounded, and not realizing this was a question of money.
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Feb 25, 2009 17:08:44 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 25, 2009 17:08:44 GMT -5
"It's not a question of time. It's money...I don't have the extra for that."
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Feb 25, 2009 17:13:24 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 25, 2009 17:13:24 GMT -5
It took a while before Miles got his meaning. Then he waved his hand impatiently at him, his sudden smile taking back from the rudeness of the gesture, as the relief he felt at that really made it hard to do anything else.
"You are so silly sometimes, László! You don't think I wouldn't buy the tickets? I'm doing the inviting, after all. Hmm, now, you'd have to go to the tailor's tomorrow and be rather hasty about it in order to look all properly frisky in time for the play..."
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