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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 8, 2009 21:06:48 GMT -5
"Yes, about that..."
Veidt trailed off, trying to think of what to do with the boy in the meantime.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 8, 2009 21:18:40 GMT -5
Adrien turned back, stepping forward, not at all tired or eager to leave, just... he hadn't thought there was anything more to do.
He sat on Bubastis' bed in the meantime and unconsciously put a hand on her head, stroking and then forgetting he'd done so, so that it was still.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 8, 2009 21:21:21 GMT -5
The cat opened her eyes and gave him a curious look, followed by a "choof!" noise.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 9, 2009 14:27:19 GMT -5
Which caught Adrien by surprise, as though he hadn't known he'd touched her; his hand lifted, then dropped again. He temporarily forgot about Veidt. What a strange shade of purple. It was pretty, of course, but strange; it was so vibrant. He wondered how peculiar people looked if they had her fur all over them, but he wondered how often that happened. He generally got cat fur on his shirt if he picked a cat up, and Bubastis... did not look like a lap-cat.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 10, 2009 15:56:29 GMT -5
"If she were going to bite you, she would have by now," Veidt said dryly as he finished making himself presentable again.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 10, 2009 16:00:20 GMT -5
He hadn't been worried that she'd bite him, but once he realized that he decided it was kind of a foolish assumption to make; look at her mouth. He pet her again, but looked back up at Veidt curiously. After all, he had stayed because he thought Veidt had something further to say. It didn't really occur to him that Veidt could possibly be deliberately refraining from speaking just to keep himself in a position of power. If thoughts like that occurred to Adrien, maybe he'd have been in a position of power every so often in his life for once. He never was.
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