Bubastis
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SNOW!
Aug 28, 2009 14:37:38 GMT -5
Post by Bubastis on Aug 28, 2009 14:37:38 GMT -5
Bubastis was normally a very well-behaved cat, but the prospect of getting to run about in the snow was almost too much excitement for her to handle. She jumped in ecstatic circles by the airlock to the tundra outside while she waited for her pet and the two younger humans he'd acquired fairly recently to come and open it.
Occasionally, she would look back in the direction she knew they would be coming from and made an anxious whining sound. Humans were so slow!
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SNOW!
Aug 28, 2009 15:29:37 GMT -5
Post by Micaela on Aug 28, 2009 15:29:37 GMT -5
*How she managed to leave breakfast last and get dressed first baffled Micaela. She was all bundled up in a parka, and when she pulled the fleece mouth covering up the only thing visible would be her eyes and nose--this was before the goggles.*
*Moo, she had decided, could not come outside. Cave Lions had lived in warm climates, right? His fur was far too short to be in sub-freezing temperatures, and she refused to subject him to a coat.*
"Hey Bubastis." *She said, once she spotted the big purple cat.*
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Bubastis
- Masterful Virgin -
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Posts: 31
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SNOW!
Aug 28, 2009 15:34:48 GMT -5
Post by Bubastis on Aug 28, 2009 15:34:48 GMT -5
Bubastis made a happy noise like a very deep mew and padded over to her.
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SNOW!
Aug 28, 2009 15:36:32 GMT -5
Post by Micaela on Aug 28, 2009 15:36:32 GMT -5
*Micaela smiled and scratched the top of her head with one glove. It was a little hard to be affectionate when you couldn't move your fingers.*
*She missed her dog, too.*
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SNOW!
Aug 28, 2009 15:55:54 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 28, 2009 15:55:54 GMT -5
Adrien, dressed in something very strange indeed, half-toddled and half awkwardly walked over to the pair of them. He had been upset to have missed Micaela in her room before she'd changed; he really wanted to discuss something with her. Here in Karnak, there wasn't anybody else.
Even at home in Paris, there wasn't really anyone, either.
"Hey. Micaela," he started, awkwardly.
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SNOW!
Aug 28, 2009 16:12:12 GMT -5
Post by Micaela on Aug 28, 2009 16:12:12 GMT -5
*She grinned, though it seemed a bit disproportionately bright.*
"Hey you."
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SNOW!
Aug 28, 2009 16:43:16 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 28, 2009 16:43:16 GMT -5
"Um." He shifted his weight awkwardly. It was made especially awkward by the clothes he wore. "Can I, um. Talk. I guess."
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SNOW!
Aug 28, 2009 16:58:17 GMT -5
Post by Micaela on Aug 28, 2009 16:58:17 GMT -5
*Her brows pulled together.*
"You alright?"
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SNOW!
Aug 28, 2009 21:13:03 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 28, 2009 21:13:03 GMT -5
He reached up a hand to brush it over his hair. This was not effective in these clothes.
"I..."
He hesitated and glanced towards the entryways. He didn't think Veidt was around.
If he was going to say anything to her at all, it would have to be quickly, before he regained control of his senses. He took a breath, shutting his eyes. "I wasn't actually hired to be your assistant. I'm... Adrian's... rentboy."
The first sentence came out in a rush, but the second was forced and wretched. He opened his eyes, doubt and insecurity written in his features and in his posture (whatever of it could be discerned beneath the Antarctic attire, at any rate).
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SNOW!
Aug 28, 2009 22:35:41 GMT -5
Post by Micaela on Aug 28, 2009 22:35:41 GMT -5
*Her eyes widened and her mouth opened; she blinked a few times. This was not her disbelief face, this was her processing information face.* "So that's it. I mean I knew there was something going on or whatever but"
*She interrupted herself by giving him the best hug possible, given their state of dress.*
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SNOW!
Aug 29, 2009 12:16:51 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 29, 2009 12:16:51 GMT -5
((...the thought of that being the processing face of the girl who will someday - supposedly - inherit Veidt Enterprises and have to do a lot of information processing amuses me so much. ^_^))
The hug was a bit staggering (even though it was hard for anyone to get a good grip on someone else when both of them were in Karnak coats). He hadn't expected anything like that; he'd been expecting the truth to shock and maybe offend her, because it had been weighing on him for some time now that no matter how much he'd come to like Micaela, the fact remained that his job assisting her was more or less an excuse for his real job, and this bothered him. He liked Micaela; he didn't want to be using her.
"Um. There's, um, something else - "
This time he really hadn't meant to go on, but the comforting show of affection had just sort of brought it out. He took a tentative step back, wringing his hands (or doing something that without stiff Antarctic gloves would have been wringing his hands). He bit his lip. His voice dropped, low as the temperature. "I think - I think that - I think that I love him."
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SNOW!
Aug 29, 2009 14:38:39 GMT -5
Post by Micaela on Aug 29, 2009 14:38:39 GMT -5
*She chewed her lip thoughtfully, frowning.*
"I'd be happy for you if I didn't suspect Adrian to be emotionally stunted."
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SNOW!
Aug 29, 2009 14:55:46 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 29, 2009 14:55:46 GMT -5
Adrien nodded as well as he could, momentarily too overwhelmed for words. Finally, he managed, "....yeah. He wasn't...that happy...whenItoldhim."
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SNOW!
Aug 29, 2009 15:04:13 GMT -5
Post by Micaela on Aug 29, 2009 15:04:13 GMT -5
*She sucked air in through her teeth, eyes crinkling sympathetically.* "Ooooh that may not have been the smartest course of action." *Adrian Veidt was too busy caring about the world to care about individuals. If he did care, he was completely unable to express it in the standard manner.*
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SNOW!
Aug 29, 2009 15:11:25 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 29, 2009 15:11:25 GMT -5
Adrien felt a little like he was being chided, but then, it wasn't particularly to be expected that Micaela would say, "ooooo well how'd that go?" It had not been very smart.
"It just - came out," he mumbled, a bit red. "I'm sorry, I just - it wasn't - I didn't know who I could tell," he apologized.
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