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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 22, 2009 11:44:28 GMT -5
Adrian briefly drummed his fingers against his own leg.
"Would you prefer I took you home?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 22, 2009 11:46:17 GMT -5
He slid down again to tilt his head and gaze at him confusedly, and more than a little hurt.
"You don't like it here?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 22, 2009 11:48:18 GMT -5
"I was trying to extend a mutual invitation to you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 22, 2009 11:49:16 GMT -5
"Well. I - "
He froze. "Which home are you talking about again?" he asked, a little breathless in his confusion.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 22, 2009 19:36:21 GMT -5
"Mine, Adrien."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 22, 2009 19:39:17 GMT -5
"I mean - I mean - "
He was terribly hesitant, pulling back and biting his lip.
"Like, your room, or...?"
Adrien had never been to Adrian's house house. He tried not to misinterpret what Adrian was saying to him, but his heartbeat sped.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 22, 2009 19:46:59 GMT -5
"If you'd like," he said tersely.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 22, 2009 19:57:22 GMT -5
Adrien deflated just slightly.
No, no, he hadn't been hoping - but never mind -
"No, it's okay," he said quietly. "I invited you for tea, and we... oh..."
They were done for tea.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 22, 2009 20:02:12 GMT -5
Adrian tapped a finger against the arm of the chair impatiently.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 22, 2009 20:04:59 GMT -5
Adrien slid off him, supposing Adrian was asking to go. His eyes seemed a bit bright, and he looked away.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 22, 2009 20:08:48 GMT -5
"Oh, for God's sake-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 22, 2009 20:10:24 GMT -5
"What?" Adrien almost snapped, unable to handle being hurt and then being blamed for it over and over again.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 22, 2009 20:21:22 GMT -5
"Adrien, if you want something from me, for the love of God, just ask it, instead of going about being coy and insinuating!" Adrian said sharply, his patience very close to the breaking point.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 22, 2009 20:22:46 GMT -5
Adrien looked panickedly towards Divine's bent head, then up at Adrian, wide-eyed.
"Stay," he said, nearly mutely, surprised to find that when he lifted a hand to wipe at his face it was indeed wet. "Please."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 22, 2009 20:24:01 GMT -5
And now the boy was crying. Lovely, just lovely.
"Adrien- God damn it. Come here."
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