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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 10:34:09 GMT -5
((A song from your fanmix just came on. I have never properly listened to any of it. I like it, hey. )) His hands drew a bit closer to his hips as he smiled tentatively and brightly at him. The thumb of one hand drew up onto the desk and traced several shy circles over the varnish.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 10:41:10 GMT -5
((Which song is it? IF IT IS ENDLESS APPETITE THAT IS THE ONE I HAVE TO FILK FOR HIM FOR THE TANZ THING YOU KNOW.))
"I hope you're not expecting a night on the town-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 10:44:49 GMT -5
((It's the Katja Berg one.))
Adrien shook his head. "Staying in. I'll make tea," he repeated obliviously, and not a little desperately.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 10:53:24 GMT -5
((Gleich or the borderline-Adrianmusic-except-GOOD reprise of the same?
Also, KATJA BERG IS MAGDA. :3))
"Oh. Yes, of course."
Adrian shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. It was downright eerie how often Adrien managed to force him out of his element.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 10:57:20 GMT -5
((I know this ^_^ And ummmm I don't know.))
"You know what tea is, don't you, Adrian?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 11:02:09 GMT -5
"Yes, Adrien," he said, a little exasperated.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 11:03:52 GMT -5
Adrien was smiling saucily, spots of red on his cheeks. He traced his fingertip down Adrian's nose teasingly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 11:06:48 GMT -5
He glanced up at him and forced a smile.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 11:08:10 GMT -5
"What's wrong?" he asked, as the finger traced over his jawline.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 11:12:03 GMT -5
"Nothing, nothing at all."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 11:13:08 GMT -5
"Would you like me to wait for you in the lobby?" he asked obliviously.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 11:13:53 GMT -5
"That will work, yes," Adrian said quickly. "I'll need a moment to get my coat-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 11:14:42 GMT -5
"Mmkay," said Adrien with a smile before turning to leave, the "mmm" just a little drawn out.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 11:23:03 GMT -5
When he said coat, he apparently meant there was an unspoken addition of a hat and gloves as well, not to mention a decidedly surreptitious way of carrying himself. It was probably the lack of purple that helped the illusion along, but one got a very strong sense that he did not want to be noticed.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 11:27:07 GMT -5
One did not generally mean Adrien, who did not immediately get these things. After all, his own outfit was decidedly less sombre.
"Ohhh, I love your coat," whispered the kid into his ear, smiling brightly, as they left. His pulse was pounding. They'd never left together.
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