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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 9, 2009 11:37:26 GMT -5
Adrien pulled his hand away, not understanding but accepting anyway, and went back to dinner.
This was probably the best and most domestic dinner he'd ever been to.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 11:43:04 GMT -5
Adrian did what his Suethor can only describe as that thing you do where you briefly widen your eyes and look down, and you can practically envision a subtitle reading "Wow, dodged a bullet there."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 9, 2009 12:49:42 GMT -5
"Well this is awkward." *Micaela said cheerily.* "How about that snow? I love snow. But only crappy snow that you can still see the grass poking through and that turns into muddy sludge after one run with a sled."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 12:55:17 GMT -5
"You don't like it here?"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 9, 2009 13:02:21 GMT -5
*She sighed.* "That's not what I said or implied, Adrian. I merely prefer the snow at home, because I, oh, I dunno, grew up there?" *There may have been an edge to her voice towards the end, but it was so muted that it was difficult to tell.*
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 13:05:18 GMT -5
"I'm certain your family would be very proud of all you have accomplished, Micaela," Adrian said swiftly, though there was a vague impression that he had more or less forgotten that she had any other family. "They've done a fine job raising you, but you are an adult now-"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 9, 2009 13:16:23 GMT -5
*As if her homesickness were a boil that had finally been lanced, she stood and narrowed her eyes. Her family was her family; nobody took priority. Insulting them had earned him a look of deepest loathing from the normally-docile blonde girl.*
"Adrian, they fucking gave birth to me. Jesus fucking Christ, they're the reason I'm the way I am! I'm not a fucking adult; I'm an 18-year-old who should be in college, calling her mother because she's homesick. Furthermore, kids aren't fucking show dogs, it's not like you 'raise' them to do tricks and get into college so that you can take 'pride in their accomplishments'! Don't write my fucking family off as irrelevant for your own benefit!"
*She turned on her heel and furiously stormed away. Adrian wasn't, of course, the cause of most of her anger. Her frustration at being unable to go home could take credit for that--unfortunately, Adrian had caused some of it, and as such was on the receiving end of it all.*
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 13:21:06 GMT -5
"Micaela-"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 9, 2009 13:23:01 GMT -5
"Don't fucking talk to me like I'm your fucking daughter!" *She yelled as she departed. The end hitched with a muffled sob.* "You're not my goddamn dad!"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 13:29:06 GMT -5
Adrian shut his eyes, nearly wincing.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 9, 2009 13:45:01 GMT -5
Adrien looked maybe like he was about to cry.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 13:47:54 GMT -5
Adrian opened his eyes again and made the bullet-dodging face once more.
"Pity you had to see that."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 9, 2009 13:51:30 GMT -5
The fork clinked against the china as he set it down with a slightly shaky hand.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 16:41:42 GMT -5
"Oh, what now?" Adrian sighed, looking at Adrien in something very close to annoyance. "Are you going to leave too, now? Don't let me keep you-"
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Post by Megan on Sept 9, 2009 16:48:14 GMT -5
Megan pressed her lips together and continued eating in silence.
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