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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 27, 2009 13:15:41 GMT -5
"'Big giant' is rather redundant of you, but yes, I suppose."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 27, 2009 13:20:50 GMT -5
Adrien felt chastised, but said, anyway, "It isn't," defensively. "Lots of people say that. It's idiomatic. 'That big giant coat that's really huge' would be redundant."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 27, 2009 13:25:33 GMT -5
"Regardless..."
He leaned down to scratch Bubastis under the chin.
"How about it, girl? You want to go outside?"
The lynx immediately perked up, bounding to her feet and rubbing her massive head against Veidt's leg.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 27, 2009 13:26:19 GMT -5
"Huh. She doesn't get out much in Paris, does she."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 27, 2009 13:27:08 GMT -5
"People tend to complain."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 27, 2009 13:27:42 GMT -5
"You should get her her own garden. I mean, she can't only romp in the snow."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 27, 2009 13:32:54 GMT -5
"I take her for walks-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 27, 2009 13:35:01 GMT -5
"Huh. Hey, d'you think I could make tea."
Adrien drank an awful lot of the stuff and in close quarters with him it would become very plain.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 27, 2009 13:40:35 GMT -5
"We're going out in an hour," Veidt said, very decisively.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 27, 2009 13:45:11 GMT -5
"...I can't make tea and drink it within an hour?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 27, 2009 13:50:03 GMT -5
"If you think you have time to spare, I won't stop you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 27, 2009 13:51:16 GMT -5
Adrien gave him an odd look, wondered if this too was a chastisement, and stood to try and find a place with a tea kettle.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 27, 2009 14:04:48 GMT -5
"Well, as for myself, I will be dressing for the day. Finish up, Micaela."
He gave the girl a small kiss on the forehead as he passed, and then proceeded to smile warmly at Adrien and extend the same small motion, though with a greater sense of lingering and hunger to it, before he left the room entirely.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 27, 2009 14:08:40 GMT -5
Micaela didn't pay attention to Veidt's parting to Adrien, because even though she had to have known they had some form of relationship or other, she'd doubtless never given it any thought. Adrien had really never spoken a word to her about Adrian Veidt.
Adrien looked almost anxious when Veidt stepped towards him, his eyes very concerned and round, and then his eyes shut at the kiss. His fingers brushed against the dressing gown, but he didn't touch him. Instead, he let him leave.
When Micaela looked up, Adrien looked over his shoulder at her and gave her a preoccupied half-smile before continuing on his quest.
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Post by Micaela on Aug 27, 2009 17:34:07 GMT -5
((I like goat's milk, and natural yogurt! And sausage and bacon are kind of gross and I feel like a whale when I eat them, but Canadian bacon is yummy.))
*Micaela was not, as it turned out, as happily ignorant as they liked to imagine her to be. She'd figured that one out a while ago, and had gladly blocked the ensuing mental images. Bringing it up seemed redundant.*
*And she had had quite an emotional night--it had hit her how much she missed home. Not Paris, home. She missed sitting in the library, doing last-minute homework for the next bell; she missed playing Rock Band with her friends, who always asked her to sing; she missed late-night talks with her sister; she missed watching House and ordering Chinese food with her brother. She missed her father and his guitars, and her mother and her sixth-grade sense of humor.*
*She bit her lip, and wanted desperately to ask where she could just make some brownies, but realized that her sister always helped her make and eat the brownies, so that was out of the question.*
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