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Feb 8, 2009 17:51:41 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 8, 2009 17:51:41 GMT -5
((Yeah, he's kind of depressing. *hugs*))
"Oh...right. It's just something I picked up once while wandering the city. Don't even know what it's called or where it comes from."
He wasn't self-conscious about it, as people had heard him before...he'd just been startled.
Rather than picking up the humming, he started over, singing.
"Måneskinn Slik helder Før mine trinn
Led meg Macht meg Behold meg brandkast
Jeg ber slik hart Jeg taler til deg Lytter du?
Jeg søker svar Jeg søker kunnskap Du forblir stil
Måne Mor av stjernene Gi meg kracht"
((Completely made up...I just took some silly little thing I'd written ages ago and ran it through a translator so it came out Norwegian. And then flipped some words over into Dutch. XD))
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Feb 9, 2009 10:00:03 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 10:00:03 GMT -5
Miles listened very intently. He did like music. And while he would certainly have considered himself aloud as one of those who has long since given up on fairy tales, he felt secretly vindicated in this, that the handsome street urchin who sold himself to make a living did indeed turn out to have some profoundly angelic gift.
There was a long pause afterwards, before Miles spoke, hushed but energetic. "László, what are you working on the streets for?"
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Feb 9, 2009 10:06:46 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 10:06:46 GMT -5
"I just...do. I always have. Besides, those opera people would never let something like me in. Very scandalous."
He said all this, not in a self-deprecating manner, but rather matter-of-factly.
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Feb 9, 2009 10:09:11 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 10:09:11 GMT -5
Miles blinked, wondering what László was on about, because he hadn't been thinking about the Opera.
"My... cherub, but you haven't been to a music hall?" He seemed enormously surprised by this, as, after all, this was Paris, and every rumor he'd ever heard about a French rent boy in his life had taken place at the Moulin Rouge or one of its counterparts. Gossip had it that every musician or performer at such establishments was a prostitute in his or her free time.
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Feb 9, 2009 10:16:19 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 10:16:19 GMT -5
László stared at him blankly for a moment.
"Music hall...?"
Then, it clicked, or he thought it did.
"Like a bistro?"
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Feb 9, 2009 10:18:43 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 10:18:43 GMT -5
"Like a cabaret."
Miles nodded, refolded his legs, and, resting his chin against his hand, watched László as though seeing something very new. "Don't you... well, pick men up at cabarets? Occasionally?"
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Feb 9, 2009 10:25:57 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 10:25:57 GMT -5
"Oh...back home those didn't exist...the Lord Mayor outlawed it..."
Bad idea to assume that it was that way everywhere, but it had been such a fact of living in Dracheheim that he'd simply taken it as common.
"Just the streets. Some places are better for it than others, though."
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Feb 9, 2009 10:31:38 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 10:31:38 GMT -5
Miles' incredulity reached the point of being comic, as his head tilted to one side without his realizing it, his eyes growing a bit wider.
"Outlawed it..."
His eyebrows puckered a bit in the middle, but his expression was pleasantly bemused. "Well, Paris is known for its music-halls and saloons," he said matter-of-factly, matter-of-fact being synonymous with perky for Miles. "And those are known for their... well... " He turned a bit pink again, glanced at László knowingly, then hurriedly away as though about to turn more brightly red, then looked back at him just as meaningfully.
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Feb 9, 2009 10:34:42 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 10:34:42 GMT -5
"He's a stuffy old bastard. I'm surprised he's stayed around for as long as he has."
He chuckled at Miles' blushing.
"I get what you mean."
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Feb 9, 2009 10:42:46 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 10:42:46 GMT -5
Miles smiled grudgingly, as it was hard not to with László's low laughter, but it did make him blush further.
"Ah. Well." He leaned back in his seat and folded his hands rather primly. "Contrary to what one might think, I've never met one before. That, ah, that I knew."
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Feb 9, 2009 10:45:22 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 10:45:22 GMT -5
"Oh yeah? And what do you think?"
He knew how most perceived him, but he wasn't sure just how Miles saw him.
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Feb 9, 2009 10:49:16 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 10:49:16 GMT -5
Miles blushed harder.
"I wouldn't want to be judgmental," he said, making a big show of being preoccupied re-curling a lock of his hair around his finger, a sort of smooth-looking nervous fidgeting. More softly, partly because he couldn't seem to get enough breath to speak, he said, "You're rather what's to be expected. A... renter with a heart of gold. Or. You know. A dazzling voice. Much the same thing."
Which goes to show you that Miles spent a lot more time reading romantic novels than actually meeting rent boys.
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Feb 9, 2009 10:54:57 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 10:54:57 GMT -5
He wanted to laugh. Or smirk. Except that he could tell that Miles was serious. It made him wonder where the other man had gotten an idea like that from.
"I don't know about that."
Casually, he pulled from his pocket the watch he'd stolen. It wasn't overly expensive or elaborate, more functional in fact (and if it had been something ostentatious, he would've sold it rather than kept it).
"See this? It's not mine."
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Feb 9, 2009 11:03:37 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 11:03:37 GMT -5
Miles absolutely did not follow what showing the watch had to do with this. László seemed to be implying he'd stolen it, but when, and from who, was entirely uncertain, and as Miles had never met a thief before, either - they sounded adorably pittoresque to him - his reaction was probably not as deflated or morally troubled as maybe László'd been going for.
"... Ah. Well. What's your point? Besides," said Miles with a delicate shrug, "if you've had it long enough, I'm sure its owner has gotten a new one."
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Feb 9, 2009 11:07:49 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 11:07:49 GMT -5
László sighed, rolling his eyes.
"I stole it this morning. And...nothing wrong? I was certain thievery was looked down upon."
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