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Post by Megan on Sept 8, 2009 20:19:43 GMT -5
"Oh man," said Megan, looking at Adrien with her eyes wide. "Me too. It was across the street from my house- though that wasn't nearly as bad as when somebody got thrown from his motorcycle over there and you could hear his legs snap all the way over in my house- and then he started moaning and stuff-"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Sept 8, 2009 20:21:32 GMT -5
"Megan!" Dan exclaimed and looked around embarrassed "sorry."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 8, 2009 20:22:05 GMT -5
Adrien made a nearly-frightened grimace. He opened his mouth, about to go on about some other very violent things he'd seen, but shut it. It was one thing to talk about unpleasantness but another thing to talk about deliberate, criminal unpleasantness.
"Yeah," he said vaguely, after a moment. "Bones're bad. I broke my wrist once being - " A pause. "Falling down the stairs."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 8, 2009 20:24:03 GMT -5
Adrian put a steadying hand on Adrien's knee under the table.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 8, 2009 20:25:12 GMT -5
Adrien felt considerably steadied and stopped dwelling on this, looking up at him with a small, grateful smile, reaching shyly for his drink and sipping with his eyes still on Adrian, as though reassuring Veidt he was reassured.
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Post by Megan on Sept 8, 2009 20:29:50 GMT -5
"Sorry," Megan mumbled.
She straightened in her chair, and in the process her napkin slipped from her lap. She bent in her chair to pick it up from the floor, and in the process-
Wait, there was no way...
Adrian Veidt's hand was on Adrien Baillon's knee.
Her hand fumbled for her napkin as she continued staring at the- well, it wasn't incriminating, precisely, but she had a pretty strong feeling it wasn't something she was supposed to see or know about.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 8, 2009 20:31:58 GMT -5
"Megan? Are you all right?"
Adrian leaned under the table to make sure she wasn't hurt or ill, and instantly tracked the path from her eyes to his hand on Adrien's knee.
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Post by Megan on Sept 8, 2009 20:32:48 GMT -5
Megan stared like a deer caught in headlights.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 8, 2009 20:34:31 GMT -5
Adrian's eyes narrowed coldly as he sharply pulled his hand from Adrien's knee.
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Post by Megan on Sept 8, 2009 20:35:37 GMT -5
Megan pressed her lips together and slowly rose back into sitting position above the table, looking chastened and awkward.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 8, 2009 20:37:47 GMT -5
Adrian likewise sat up again, flicking his hair from his eyes with a jerk of the head, looking annoyed and giving Megan a long, cold look.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 9, 2009 7:16:30 GMT -5
Adrien was holding his fork as though he'd forgotten it and looking with curious interest at the pair of them as they sat up from being bent beneath the table. "What in the world are you two doing?" he asked wonderingly, shooting Micaela a whaaaaat did I just see? look.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 11:06:36 GMT -5
"Nothing," Adrian said sharply.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 9, 2009 11:16:36 GMT -5
With total obliviousness and slight concern for Adrian, Adrien now gently reached for him under the table with a frown as though to ask if that was true or not.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 11:30:28 GMT -5
"Not now," Adrian said in a very low voice, out of the corner of his mouth.
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