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Feb 25, 2009 17:26:27 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 25, 2009 17:26:27 GMT -5
"But...I can't make you pay for everything. That's not right. I mean, I appreciate all of this. But you shouldn't be spending all this money on me."
Don't waste it on me, was what he was really saying. I'm not worth it.
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Feb 25, 2009 21:27:03 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 25, 2009 21:27:03 GMT -5
((Okay, lied. One small post. Couldn't resist.))
Miles continued to wave his hand, continuing to smile, beginning to blush.
"Who am I supposed to spend it on? Myself?" He gave him a look that suggested his morals were questionable, but that Miles was willing to overlook it, for he had higher principles. Or something.
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Feb 25, 2009 21:38:46 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 25, 2009 21:38:46 GMT -5
(( )) "Well, it is your money." He said softly. "And...well...wouldn't you rather spend it on someone more worthwhile?"
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Feb 26, 2009 9:30:07 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 26, 2009 9:30:07 GMT -5
Miles tilted his head against the plush back of the chair he was sitting in, watching him with an incredulous smile. He shrugged very naturally.
"Oh, dear. Who might that be?" he asked softly, a rhetorical question, asked as he shook his head.
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Feb 26, 2009 9:38:24 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 26, 2009 9:38:24 GMT -5
"Anybody not a rentboy?"
He sounded almost sheepish, which really hadn't been what he was aiming for.
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Feb 26, 2009 9:45:29 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 26, 2009 9:45:29 GMT -5
Miles' smile got even more affectionate.
"Oh, what a point you make. Yes, what sort of man spends money on a rent boy?"
He gave László a very dubious and fondly amused look but didn't say anything further.
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Feb 26, 2009 9:48:37 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 26, 2009 9:48:37 GMT -5
"Not the kind that goes to the theater."
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Feb 27, 2009 12:39:46 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 27, 2009 12:39:46 GMT -5
Miles shrugged airily. "I've known a lot of theatre-going gents and they tend to prefer rentboys. Who knew?"
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Feb 27, 2009 15:14:19 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 27, 2009 15:14:19 GMT -5
"But you don't take someone like me to the theater," he argued. "You take courtesans or...or kept...people...not somebody that's at the bottom of the barrell."
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Feb 27, 2009 16:02:35 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 27, 2009 16:02:35 GMT -5
Miles stood and sauntered over to László in a casual fashion, putting his hands on his shoulders and leaning to the side to look down at him.
"László. Now, be flexible!"
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Feb 27, 2009 16:05:14 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 27, 2009 16:05:14 GMT -5
He was once again tempted to make a bad joke, but let it pass.
"I am, but I'm not the right one for this kind of thing."
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Feb 27, 2009 16:20:54 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 27, 2009 16:20:54 GMT -5
"Can't you pretend, for my sake?"
He gave him his nicest look of pleading, but was starting to get, internally, quite antsy. Massaging László's shoulders, therefore, was more to give his hands something to do, as anxiety made him want to fiddle.
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Feb 27, 2009 16:37:27 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 27, 2009 16:37:27 GMT -5
You want me to be something I'm not.
"I wouldn't fit...people would be able to tell..."
All right, it was hard to formulate a reply with Miles doing that.
"...and...stuff."
It was also hard not to like it.
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Feb 27, 2009 16:46:15 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 27, 2009 16:46:15 GMT -5
"Oh, forget them. Of course they think things to themselves all the time like that. It isn't as though people I think I should be attending theater. It's just so... delicious to be out attending theater and flaunting it anyway, but, you know..." His voice softened. "It's not at all fun to do it alone."
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Feb 27, 2009 16:51:15 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 27, 2009 16:51:15 GMT -5
"No, I wouldn't think so." He said, leaning into the massage a little. It felt better than it had a right to.
"I'd want someone to talk to about it." He continued, almost lazily.
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