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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 13, 2009 17:23:49 GMT -5
That momentarily shut him up.
He tentatively tried to reopen the conversation with, "I think I'm gonna make tea."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 14, 2009 11:47:43 GMT -5
*She hadn't said it with melancholy in her voice, at least she didn't think so.*
"Does he even keep anything but herbal here?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 14, 2009 13:02:49 GMT -5
((It's not that she sounded melancholy, but that he has unaddressed self-esteem issues. He sleeps with Adrian Veidt, after all.))
"Yes," said Adrien brightly, expression clearing. "Or, well, some of the staff does. I found it last week the day we went snow-romping." He bounced up to go get it.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 14, 2009 15:00:06 GMT -5
"Ooh!" *She clapped excitedly, kicking her feet.* "I could use some caffeine."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 14, 2009 15:27:55 GMT -5
"Mmyep there's regular ole black tea with caffeine here," he said, pulling out a container with tea and a metal scoop. The metal scoop looked homely and out of place in the antique-and-futuristic blend that was Karnak's particular aesthetic. Adrien was sort of fond of it, as fond as he could be of an inanimate object anyway.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 14, 2009 16:02:01 GMT -5
"Mmm warm things make everything better. Do we have mugs?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 14, 2009 16:06:13 GMT -5
"Somewhere," he said vaguely, looking around at the cupboards which undoubtedly held dishes but which he never quite could keep straight. He'd never been in such a large kitchen in his whole life, used as he was to one or two room apartments.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 14, 2009 17:56:47 GMT -5
*She bit her lip and thought before heading to a random cupboard; one was as likely as another to hold mugs. One, however, appeared to hold only Bubastis's bowls (they matched the china sets so that she could eat in the dining room); another, wine glasses; yet another held a china set that was undoubtedly from the Emperor of Japan or some such, if she knew her fine dishware.*
*Eventually she found something resembling a simple, functional mug and held them out to Adrien.*
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 14, 2009 18:47:49 GMT -5
"Success!" crowed Adrien. "Now boiling water. That can't be hard..."
It was easier for him to find the teakettle.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 14, 2009 21:09:27 GMT -5
*She smiled brightly and sat back down to wait, biting into another cookie. She had snuggled into an massively oversized Princeton sweatshirt and black leggings and Uggs, and was altogether very cozy and very teenagery.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 7:38:49 GMT -5
Adrien put the water on to boil and went to get another brownie, slumping in the chair. He knew enough about school and the culture of it to avoid looking at her sweatshirt, but he grinned back at her anyway.
"Soooo, Karnak, huh? What do you think?"
Adrien, of course, had never seen even really the crappy snow she'd referenced earlier, so that was probably the first thing on his mind.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 15, 2009 10:09:47 GMT -5
"It's cold; it's really snowy; it's designed like Egypt's and Expressionists' architectural love-child; it has a pretentious name." *She said, without an edge or anger to her voice. She was merely stating fact.*
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 10:20:54 GMT -5
He caught that enough to think maybe she wasn't answering him, and that that might mean she didn't want to. "Yeah," he said after a moment of thought. "Micaela, does it bother you talking to me? 'Cause I know that sometimes it bothers Veidt, but, I mean - I dunno - you don't say anything if it does, and he does."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 15, 2009 10:27:54 GMT -5
*She made a 'what on earth' face.*
"Adrien what are you even talking about?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 10:32:15 GMT -5
He tilted his head against his folded arms and scrunched up his mouth contemplatively. "I - I know I don't know a lot, and you do, so - "
This was not what he deemed coherent or articulate, but it was as good as could be gotten from him.
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