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Feb 3, 2009 17:12:37 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 3, 2009 17:12:37 GMT -5
"You...would?"
He was completely floored by this. He'd heard about people getting bought things, but usually only small things. Even then, it was only the high-class folks that got things like that.
"I don't know what to say."
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Feb 3, 2009 17:26:35 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 3, 2009 17:26:35 GMT -5
Miles was aflame. Not in that sense.
"You might begin with yes," he said, awkwardly and quickly, though the words nearly burst from him. Miles... did not do so well with the combination of nervous and excited.
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Feb 3, 2009 17:33:05 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 3, 2009 17:33:05 GMT -5
"But I...I mean...you don't have to do that." He said awkwardly.
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Feb 4, 2009 11:51:44 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 4, 2009 11:51:44 GMT -5
Miles was getting pinker.
"I don't have to."
And this was getting absurd. And painful. His voice got a little more restricted out of embarrassment.
"Why don't you just... look? There must be something you like."
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Feb 4, 2009 12:00:24 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 4, 2009 12:00:24 GMT -5
Miles really did mean it. He didn't really know how to react to a situation like this--it had never happened before.
But, the least he could do was give an answer.
"I...well...I'm not a good judge. What do you think?"
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Feb 4, 2009 12:17:43 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 4, 2009 12:17:43 GMT -5
Miles gave a tiny smile that would undoubtedly get more natural as time went on, returning slowly to himself.
"Well," he said, still speaking less quickly than usual, though regaining a bit of his natural flirtatiousness, "you would look ravishing in a light blue, don't you think?" He turned the pages to show off a suit he might suggest.
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Feb 4, 2009 12:22:36 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 4, 2009 12:22:36 GMT -5
Having worn nothing but black-faded-to-gray, just about anything would an improvement. Well, except something ridiculous like neon...
"That sounds good. And, um, looks good."
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Feb 4, 2009 12:28:21 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 4, 2009 12:28:21 GMT -5
"And you should own a boater hat to go with," Miles went on, cheery and oblivious, "and a little arrow tie, I think. It would be so charming. When is the best time for you to go to the tailor's?"
Aha, had he been worried about being forward earlier? He certainly didn't seem to remember.
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Feb 4, 2009 12:31:36 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 4, 2009 12:31:36 GMT -5
"Uh...no hats? Er, please. And I don't really have much to do during the day. So, anytime then."
He had a growing sense of unreality, as though this were all in his head and eventually he'd wake up from this.
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Feb 4, 2009 12:35:12 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 4, 2009 12:35:12 GMT -5
Miles looked momentarily stunned, almost hurt, although not to the point of real pain. He looked back at László from behind the sunglasses, frowning just slightly, eyes bright behind the dark lenses.
"I'd meant for when you're with me. Hats are... " Miles did not know how to explain the fashion-obvious to the fashion-impaired. "Hats."
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Feb 4, 2009 12:38:53 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 4, 2009 12:38:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, but..."
It seemed silly, to be arguing about HATS, but he couldn't let it go.
"It's not...'me'."
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Feb 4, 2009 12:43:21 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 4, 2009 12:43:21 GMT -5
Miles looked vaguely crestfallen.
"Try a fedora?"
Well, he really didn't want László to feel uncomfortable. Hats did take getting used to. He just wore them so often he did not really notice. "Would you try one on? If for no other reason than to earn. Hum. My eternal love?"
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Feb 4, 2009 12:48:22 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 4, 2009 12:48:22 GMT -5
Without even thinking about it, he'd run his hand through his hair.
"I...guess so. But don't be surprised if it comes off five minutes later."
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Feb 4, 2009 14:38:56 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 4, 2009 14:38:56 GMT -5
Maybe László didn't notice that he'd just mussed up his hair beautifully, but Miles did. He looked vaguely amused - although amusement was too detached a word to work, although affection might have been pressing too close - and his eyes were focused just above László's eyes as he responded.
"You're a doll." His eyes refocused and smiled, taking the catalog, gently rerolling it again, and playfully hitting László on the shoulder. "Everyone wants my love. Don't you forget." He had a rather teasing expression on his face as he continued without a beat. "What were you wanting for lunch today?"
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Feb 4, 2009 16:26:33 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 4, 2009 16:26:33 GMT -5
He smiled, the smile feeling a bit funny to him. Not because it didn't belong there, but more that he didn't normally smile that way.
Like he meant it.
"Well, you are likeable."
He hadn't noticed that he'd messed up his hair...though when a lock fell in front of his eyes, he tucked it behind his ear with a small amount of irritation.
"I haven't had anything decent in a long time...except last night, of course. Just about anything would be good."
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