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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2009 19:18:30 GMT -5
Adrien hadn't said it to be dirty, and hadn't given it a suggestive tone. But he looked faintly impressed with, or maybe proud of, himself.
"Do I look like one or is it just a Montmartre thing?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2009 19:20:58 GMT -5
"A combination of both, I would say. You do give yourself away, if one looks closely enough."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2009 19:23:44 GMT -5
Adrien's smile widened, almost shyly, as though conscious that it seemed nearly too big for his face. You do give yourself away. It was like some awkward kind of marriage - neither bride, nor father of the bride, but entering the arrangement nonetheless.
"Mostly I'm a really good follower," he remarked modestly. He glanced away from him without realizing he'd done so in such a sharp fashion, and reached out to pet the cat again.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2009 19:27:17 GMT -5
"What precisely do you do, when you're not forcing your way into parties with stories fictitious publications?" Veidt asked, still apparently unaffected.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2009 19:34:06 GMT -5
"I told you this is my first time doing that," replied Adrien with equal calm. Of course, it was still possible that after all this Veidt could have him thrown out, maybe even rather violently, but it was becoming less likely by the second and since it was the most he could have hoped for earlier, he wasn't too upset at the thought. Besides, it's wasn't like Divine wouldn't be equally excited by stories of rough security guards than by an evening with Veidt. Actually. She'd probably be more excited. And at least she'd believe him.
"Yeah... I'm not sure I know." He wasn't quite sure what he could get away with telling Veidt. Liberal or not, he believed in the law. The guy'd busted enough drug rings to probably disapprove of Marchetti. But then, Adrien hadn't exactly approved of him. Not beyond being stupidly infatuated with him and helping him get the coke and all. "I ...live. And when I need the money to do that I find a job." He shrugged, with a rather easy sort of grace that was more simplistic than elegant.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2009 19:38:23 GMT -5
"Oh," Veidt said again, the same maddeningly undetailed and unexplanatory little syllable, as he eased off his blazer and put it over the back of the chair at the desk against the nearest wall.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2009 20:35:16 GMT -5
Adrien glanced over at him in surprise, wondering a little but not enough to speak further, and went back to temporarily scratching Bubastis behind the ears.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 14, 2009 18:08:23 GMT -5
"I assume you're clean?" Veidt asked abruptly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 14, 2009 21:00:18 GMT -5
It didn't seem that abrupt. He was used to it. Perhaps due to being privately pleased that Veidt was now again taking interest, he was smiling sort of lazily when he glanced over at him.
"Mm-hm."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 16, 2009 16:35:49 GMT -5
"You're certain?"
It was the closest to a panic Veidt had exhibited in front of someone else in a long, long time.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 16, 2009 16:48:47 GMT -5
Adrien flashed a charming smile at Veidt. Having looked at him, though, the expression softened. "It's okay," he said. "Been to a clinic and everything." He glanced down sort of playfully and began taking off the little waitersy bowtie. It wasn't his idea of nice clothes, anyway.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 19, 2009 16:44:36 GMT -5
"Very well, then," said Veidt.
He glanced up at the boy again, and with a vaguely amused little chuckle, began assisting the effort to remove the bow tie.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 19, 2009 17:20:04 GMT -5
Even knowing what was going to come of the evening, of the encounter, and that therefore the fact was hardly extraordinary, he still smiled when their fingers touched. It was almost staggering. Adrian Veidt had not been anything more than a collection of newspaper clippings until now. Giddy or fanboyish though he might have been to meet him in person, he had never thought of the man like this. He would never have suspected, even in light of the man's past, of the photographs of him, of his parties and the clubs and the wardrobe, that Veidt would be so damn mesmerizing in person.
He slid his hands over the man's waist, then slipped his fingers just under the shirt with a question in his eyes, although not a timid one. Of course he didn't expect rejection. He just didn't know if Veidt wanted Adrien to help to undress him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 19, 2009 18:27:25 GMT -5
Instead of answering, he merely leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Baillon's.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 19, 2009 19:21:07 GMT -5
Adrien hadn't even been aware of the usual dislike for kissing amongst others of his profession until perhaps a year or two ago, when someone had remarked upon his lack of it. Even if he had, however, he was not certain he could have pushed Veidt away. He pulled him closer instead. The release of some pressure against his throat told him the bowtie was gone, fallen to the floor; he didn't care. Although his touch was light at first, as though hesitant or thoughtful, by the time he was pushing his hands up Veidt's shirt and along his body it had ceased to be.
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