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Post by Nadir on Mar 24, 2009 14:00:01 GMT -5
The boy looked supremely pissed off--to the point of illness. Nadir smirked.
It'll do the boy good.
He moved off to the front of the house to greet some important diners he was expecting that evening, personally seeing them to their table and pouring on as much charm as he could muster. For Nadir Khan, it was a potent attack, and his guests readily succumbed.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Mar 24, 2009 14:47:48 GMT -5
As for Edward, he was forced to stand there, in the kitchen, his back to wherever Nadir might happen to be, and read the thoughts of those who were greeted by him. When he was out there, in public, "on," he was a totally different person. Edward wondered what that meant. And found himself jealous of all the people who got Nadir Khan's dazzling, pearly smile and welcome.
((So we need to propel things. A la the saving-in-the-school-parking-lot, so Nadir can know something's up.))
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Post by Nadir on Mar 24, 2009 14:50:37 GMT -5
((Speeding carriage, ahoy!))
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Post by Edward Cullen on Mar 25, 2009 13:05:42 GMT -5
**NEXT NIGHT**
Edward had gone home, pale and shaking. But he was always like that, so no one noticed, or if they did, put it down to his obvious sexual frustration and rolled their eyes.
He knew, now, that he couldn't stay away from Nadir Khan. The man was fragile; he drank too much, and obviously had bad eyes. He couldn't take care of himself. Edward could. And Nadir would never even have to know.
So convinced was he by this that he showed up at work the next day, immaculately dressed and with the intent of behaving as if nothing at all had happened. He washed dishes automatically, his senses (all of them) on the alert for any danger facing the one man in the restaurant whose mind Edward could not penetrate.
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Post by Nadir on Mar 25, 2009 14:26:05 GMT -5
When Nadir did show up, he spent most of his time in his office, cradling his head in his hands and barely glancing over some ledgers, leaving the running of things to Jean-Baptiste for the time being, his hangover scarcely allowing him out of the house, much less into a bustling kitchen or restaurant.
Rubbing his forehead, he laid aside his glasses, considering whether it was too early to have a glass of wine. Just to take the edge off.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Mar 25, 2009 14:34:21 GMT -5
Either Edward was learning Farsi, or Nadir thought about wine in a language Edward spoke, because a moment after the thought occurred to him Edward was at his elbow, two aspirins and a glass of water at the ready.
"You shouldn't drink so much," he said, apropos of nothing. "It's not good for you."
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Post by Nadir on Mar 25, 2009 15:37:19 GMT -5
Nadir looked at the pills with some suspicion.
"What are you doing in my office?" he asked darkly.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Mar 25, 2009 15:57:07 GMT -5
"Um," said Edward, because he didn't really have a good answer for that. "I knew you had a headache yesterday, and I thought you might be feeling bad still."
He looked down at the pills, whiter than his flesh but not by much.
"These are new," he explained. "They're for headaches." Not that he'd ever had one, but it paid to stock one's home and luggage with human-things in case it got searched.
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Post by Nadir on Mar 25, 2009 16:21:40 GMT -5
Nadir waved away the pills, one hand covering his eyes. Edward's pale skin seemed to glow even in the dim light of his office, and the glare hurt.
"Get back to work. You're not supposed to be in here."
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Post by Edward Cullen on Mar 25, 2009 16:27:35 GMT -5
"Of course," Edward said softly, placing the tablets on the desk. His voice, soft and musical as it always was, was gentle and soothing. He knew, that, of course; it was one of the many lures that made his kind irresistible to humans.
Of course there wasn't any work, yet, because he'd finished everything. But he went back out to the sink anyway, and waited.
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Post by Nadir on Mar 25, 2009 16:38:06 GMT -5
Nadir frowned at the tablets.
I need to start avoiding that boy.
Deciding to make an early night of it, he stood and put on his coat, putting Jean-Baptiste in charge as he left.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Mar 25, 2009 16:53:40 GMT -5
Edward could sense Nadir leave, of course. He hoped it wasn't anything serious. Some human disease. After all, he himself had almost died. Humans were fragile. Nadir especially so. He needed to be sheltered.
He finished his work and left, not caring if anyone noticed, and knowing Nadir's life was far more important than the dishes. The two other dishwashers were, as usual, torn between being glad to be rid of him and upset they actually had to do some work.
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