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Feb 6, 2009 16:31:20 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 6, 2009 16:31:20 GMT -5
Miles was absolutely innocent when he asked, frowning lightly in thought, "How old are you now?"
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Lunch
Feb 6, 2009 16:37:50 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 6, 2009 16:37:50 GMT -5
"Twenty-three."
He pursed his lips thoughtfully.
"Huh. Doesn't seem that long."
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Lunch
Feb 6, 2009 16:43:47 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 6, 2009 16:43:47 GMT -5
Miles looked pleasantly incredulous.
"You're older than I am."
He sounded so charmed and unbelieving. He wouldn't have placed László at any more than 19 - maybe 20 at the most. He had just automatically assumed he was the man's senior by a few years (which made all the difference to Miles, who had never escaped the college mindset).
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Lunch
Feb 6, 2009 16:46:14 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 6, 2009 16:46:14 GMT -5
"I am?"
He sat up a bit, genuinely curious.
"How old are you?"
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Lunch
Feb 6, 2009 16:51:20 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 6, 2009 16:51:20 GMT -5
"Twenty-two," said Miles, oblivious to the fact that this was more or less the same age as twenty-three, still smiling in a dropped-jaw sort of way at the quaintness of this new fact.
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Lunch
Feb 6, 2009 16:52:36 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 6, 2009 16:52:36 GMT -5
"Well, that's not so much older. Only a bit."
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Lunch
Feb 6, 2009 16:58:36 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 6, 2009 16:58:36 GMT -5
"I thought you seemed particularly like an underclassman to me. The sort who has not yet learned your reputation and is just pleased to be getting the attention," he said, teasing just a little. "Not my age. My, this makes me the silly one who doesn't know your reputation, doesn't it?"
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Lunch
Feb 6, 2009 17:00:33 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 6, 2009 17:00:33 GMT -5
He snorted in a very ungentlemanly way. Not that he had any other way of doing so.
"My reputation is terrible...you can bet on that much, at least."
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Lunch
Feb 6, 2009 17:14:54 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 6, 2009 17:14:54 GMT -5
Miles nodded sympathetically, deflating slightly.
"Ah. Well. It could be mine."
This reminder depressed him enormously and he stood rather unwillingly from the chair, needing to distract himself. "Rightio. Shall I order?"
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Lunch
Feb 6, 2009 17:29:28 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 6, 2009 17:29:28 GMT -5
"It can't possibly be worse."
Something about that bothered Miles, though he couldn't say what. It wasn't in him to pry, however.
"Sure."
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Lunch
Feb 6, 2009 17:33:25 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 6, 2009 17:33:25 GMT -5
Miles picked up the phone, dialed, and began to order another meal in his characteristically lazy, pleasant, gossipy fashion, full of, 'I'm sure László would like's and such along those lines, deliberately making eyes at László whenever he said this, as Miles had always been rather overfond of entertaining, and if it could be mixed with flirting, even better.
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Lunch
Feb 6, 2009 17:37:47 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 6, 2009 17:37:47 GMT -5
He waited patiently, that odd feeling of unreality he'd had earlier creeping back in. In an attempt to shake it off he started quietly humming, a soft tune that sounded like an invocation, his voice rather pleasant.
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Lunch
Feb 7, 2009 14:13:09 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 7, 2009 14:13:09 GMT -5
Miles ignored the man on the phone a moment as he peered back at László the moment he recognized that it was from László that the music was coming from. He hastily went back to what he'd been doing, wrapped up the order for lunch with no more flirty business, then hung up the phone and looked back at László keenly.
He did not really want to interrupt, so his voice was somewhat soft - and not at all pretentious - when he spoke up. "Will you... hum that a bit louder, please?"
((Later, László needs to audition at a music hall, get a parttime job, then find that the pianist there is Mitya and that would be some interesting threadstuff, methinks.))
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Lunch
Feb 7, 2009 18:33:36 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 7, 2009 18:33:36 GMT -5
His mind had wandered, the only thing he'd been paying attention to was the humming...hence why he jumped a bit when Miles' voice cut in (quietly, but it still did).
"I, uh, what?"
He hadn't stopped to think on how loud it might have been.
((That...would take an amount of persuasion I don't think anyone possesses...László has a massively bad sense of self-worth you'd have to overcome first))
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Lunch
Feb 8, 2009 15:10:51 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 8, 2009 15:10:51 GMT -5
((That is very sad, but it makes sense for him. Poor thing. ;_;))
Miles sat up straighter immediately and shook his head, reaching out as though to stop him.
"Oh, no, no, oh, no, you don't have to stop," he said quickly, eyes bright. He took off the sunglasses and carefully folded them, slipping them into a pocket. "Please, continue?"
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