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Feb 9, 2009 11:14:55 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 11:14:55 GMT -5
"This morning?"
A thought popped unbidden into Miles' head and he started to smile, half-incredulous, and incredibly flattered, looking at László almost adoringly.
"Well, then you shouldn't have," he said, but he said it in a rather different way than perhaps was to be expected.
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Feb 9, 2009 11:21:26 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 11:21:26 GMT -5
It took a split second for him realize what Miles meant.
"Oh. Well...I didn't have a watch. Needed to tell the time somehow..." he mumbled.
He couldn't recall someone being that sort of impressed by his thievery before. It was a nice change of pace, though.
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Feb 9, 2009 11:24:10 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 11:24:10 GMT -5
Miles had a hard time containing himself. He was much better at just expressing how he felt.
"László, you are a doll."
He had, after all, specifically mentioned lunch be at two and Miles lived in a very small world, namely, one that was Miles-filled. No one had ever stolen anything for him. How much better this law-breaking was than the leaving-about-of-Miles'-letters that Tiger had done to get him into such a nasty spot of trouble now.
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Feb 9, 2009 11:30:25 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 11:30:25 GMT -5
Feeling a bit embarrassed, though he couldn't say why, he stuffed the watch back into one of his pockets.
"So, what's on the menu this time around?"
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Feb 9, 2009 11:34:51 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 11:34:51 GMT -5
Miles repeated the dish he'd ordered, only with less detour-making, as, after all, László did not need to hear any of the random snippets of news about himself that Miles had told the waiter on the phone.
"I hope you'll like it," he said faintly, still smiling in a preoccupied sort of way as he pushed his hair to the side of his face.
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Feb 9, 2009 11:40:08 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 11:40:08 GMT -5
"Sounds good. A lot of things sound good...I don't get stuff like that very often."
He was looking forward to it. Though the sudden appearance of good stuff had actually made him feel a bit ill, he was pretty sure he'd get over that if he kept it up. Just wasn't used to it yet.
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Feb 9, 2009 11:55:01 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 11:55:01 GMT -5
Yes, probably not. A rare moment of thoughtfulness for Miles, and he was extremely pleased to be he cause of anything good. At least for László. Miles was not, strictly speaking, rather charitable, but he was becoming very affectionate towards László and he did like to spoil people he liked.
"Does anyone ever take you out to dinner?"
Because Miles had heard of that happening a lot, too. He did not realize he had a very unbalanced view, but this confession of his seemed particularly unusual and lonely to him.
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Feb 9, 2009 11:57:07 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 11:57:07 GMT -5
"No. Only something like courtesans get that. People just pick me up, get what they want, pay me and move on."
It was spoken with that same matter-of-factness he'd used earlier.
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Feb 9, 2009 12:05:18 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 12:05:18 GMT -5
This all seemed to perplex Miles very much.
"You have good table manners, then," he said after a suitable pause. "Well. Perhaps I shall have to take you out more often."
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Feb 9, 2009 12:40:19 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 12:40:19 GMT -5
"I learned it when I was a kid."
László fell silent for a moment, and then:
"You really don't mind me hanging around."
It surprised him--even on the streets, he didn't really have anyone he would've hung out with on a regular basis. Most of the others he encountered were rather loathsome. That someone might not have the same feeling in regards to him was something that hadn't crossed his mind.
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Feb 9, 2009 12:47:35 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 12:47:35 GMT -5
"Ah... no." Miles seemed rather surprised by this remark, and certainly did not appear to understand it. He smiled, confused, and shook his head. "Were you planning on making me?"
There was a short, polite knock on the door, and Miles shook his finger at László absently as though scolding a naughty child, stood, and went to get it.
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Feb 9, 2009 12:52:58 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 12:52:58 GMT -5
"No, I mean--"
Not wanting whoever was on the other side to here, he let the sentence simply end there and waited as the door was opened.
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Feb 9, 2009 15:06:02 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 9, 2009 15:06:02 GMT -5
László cut off into silence at the crook of Miles' finger, and Miles mistakenly thought - bemused that he'd play along - that this was because of the gesture, rather than it having anything to do with the waiters bringing the lunch in. Along with the iced champagne he had ordered. Well, why not? Although certainly László might think he was plying him with wine for some reason or other, now that the secret of his... of his profession was out.
As the waiters moved at a languid pace, and Miles was eager to commence the meal, he shooed them out harmlessly the moment everything was in place, and then pulled out a chair for László.
"Now come sit."
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Feb 9, 2009 15:14:22 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 9, 2009 15:14:22 GMT -5
He moved slowly, trying to think of how he wanted to phrase what he was going to say.
"I meant...earlier...you actually don't mind me here?"
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Feb 10, 2009 8:23:09 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 10, 2009 8:23:09 GMT -5
Miles, who had picked up a napkin then, waved it at him drolly and flicked the tip across his nose with a smile.
"I did invite you," said Miles, sitting on the other side of the table and adjusting his silverware.
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