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Mar 3, 2009 14:42:55 GMT -5
Post by László on Mar 3, 2009 14:42:55 GMT -5
"I didn't realize. I can understand their thinking, though."
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Mar 7, 2009 16:20:26 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Mar 7, 2009 16:20:26 GMT -5
((I think this is kind of winding down. I'm not sure where to go from here.))
Miles' mouth twisted into a smile even though he tried very hard to keep a purely prim expression.
"I bet you do."
He couldn't keep the playfulness out of his voice, the challenge.
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Mar 7, 2009 17:47:11 GMT -5
Post by László on Mar 7, 2009 17:47:11 GMT -5
((László can just pick up and go. It is in his personality to do that))
He suddenly sat up a bit, brow furrowed.
"What time is it?"
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Mar 7, 2009 17:49:05 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Mar 7, 2009 17:49:05 GMT -5
Miles felt László's muscles jump beneath his hands, but he continued with his massage anyway, more out of habit than anything. "Ah..." He glanced at the clock in confusion. It was nearly 4:30 in the afternoon. "Well, darling, I thought you said you'd stolen a pocketwatch..." He said with mild amusement and affection.
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Mar 7, 2009 17:50:13 GMT -5
Post by László on Mar 7, 2009 17:50:13 GMT -5
"Four-thirty?" He said sharply. "Damn."
He turned toward Miles, looking faintly apologetic.
"I have to go."
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Mar 7, 2009 17:53:29 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Mar 7, 2009 17:53:29 GMT -5
Miles was frowning before he even consciously thought to pout at him.
"That figures. Just as you were beginning to like my company."
Miles walked very smoothly away from him and sat in a chair as though he weren't at all bothered. "If you must."
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Mar 7, 2009 17:59:34 GMT -5
Post by László on Mar 7, 2009 17:59:34 GMT -5
He stood up, walking over to Miles.
"I have to get back home and take care of a few things before the sun sets, and then it's off to work. I'm coming back tomorrow, remember--meeting you by the lamppost."
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Mar 7, 2009 18:03:54 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Mar 7, 2009 18:03:54 GMT -5
Miles wanted to be bitter, but László was kind of too straightforward to do that with, and without thinking, Miles smiled, almost warily, almost jaded, but still a smile, and reached out to tug on László's fingers. It was almost like patting his hand reassuringly, but there was an arbitrary mischief in it that robbed it of awkward intimacy, though the potential for it was obvious.
"The lamppost, then. My, you know you're degenerate when you are becoming fond of a lamppost," he remarked quite airily, nice padded cushioning for his feelings. "You don't need to be shown out?"
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Mar 7, 2009 18:07:10 GMT -5
Post by László on Mar 7, 2009 18:07:10 GMT -5
"I'm sure the lamppost appreciates the attention. And, I can, I don't want to trouble you." There was a slight pause, as László wasn't used to normal goodbyes, and then the moment was finally broken when he gave Miles a one-armed hug around the shoulders. "I'll see you tomorrow." And headed for the door .
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Mar 7, 2009 18:11:20 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Mar 7, 2009 18:11:20 GMT -5
Miles froze, the contact unexpected and unfairly nice. He didn't even realize just how unfair until he was watching László leave the room. Off to do important things to his apartment and then work. Miles wouldn't even let himself think of that. Last night it had been titillating, like naughty pictures are to a schoolboy, but now... He didn't want to picture anything László might do.
My, this was unfair, wasn't it. Miles swallowed the odd apprehensive lump in his throat and shook himself of all these silly thoughts. The fact of it was that he was very bored and idle, that's all, he told himself. That's all.
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