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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 19:49:49 GMT -5
Adrien did not notice. And eventually, maybe, the thought went away, or at least went subconscious.
There was an elevator in the building, but Adrian didn't apparently take it, taking the steps two at a time jauntily and turning to look at Adrian over his shoulder at each turn in the staircase.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 19:53:00 GMT -5
Adrian was looking at their surroundings in a way that would have suited a social worker investigating a slumlord.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 19:59:39 GMT -5
Adrien failed to notice when they reached the top floor and Divine's room and he opened the door to welcome Adrian in. It hadn't been locked. He was all over with happiness; it couldn't get more obvious, and his flushed-face anticipation was probably what tipped the queen inside painting her fingernails (polish scent as soon as the door opened) off to what was going on.
"Well hell-oo, there," she said in a rather put-on high voice, although not a shrill one, when he entered. "Diiiid you bring a beauooooh God!"
Divine looked almost shocked, mouth a lipstick o on her face as she gaped at Adrian Veidt.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 20:04:10 GMT -5
"Good evening, madame."
There was a very slight pause, as though politely waiting for a correction that, thankfully, didn't come.
"I hope I am not disturbing you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 20:08:30 GMT -5
Divine managed to shut her mouth and shook her head as though speaking to a ghost, or, you know, a celebrity who had wandered into her crappy Montmartre home.
Adrien failed again to notice. "Can I take your coat, Adrian?" he said from behind, hands on Adrian's shoulders solicitously, tilting his head to look at Adrian with a look of sweet concern.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 20:12:38 GMT -5
"No, that won't be necessary."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 20:19:45 GMT -5
"Mmm, hat then?"
And he caught Divine's eye, finally noticing her, and gave her a cheeky Iknowisn'the? smile that was probably not so well-hidden from Veidt as he thought it was.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 20:24:50 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, if you'd like," he said, a little impatiently, as he passed it to him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 20:26:56 GMT -5
He took it with two hands and gently put it onto the hatrack as though terribly joyful about something.
"We're here for tea," he told Divine. "Oh! Adrian, this is Divine. Divine...."
There was something then Adrian had probably not heard before - Adrien giggling.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 20:28:23 GMT -5
"Adrian Veidt."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2009 20:34:31 GMT -5
"...yeah."
He slipped past him a little more closely than he should, went to the cupboard to teacups, and taking out too peered inside of them. He set one down, rubbed his finger on the inside of the other, and then decided to wash them, leaving Danie to stand and give a half-hearted, Veidt-staring curtsy, breathlessly (because she spoke breathlessly most of the time) welcoming him to her abode, with a thrown in, "oh! dearies" directed at no one in particular.
Underneath a lower cupboard a cat woke up and made a loud noise that could probably be interpreted as, "TURN OFF THE WATER. I WAS SLEEPING."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2009 20:36:31 GMT -5
"You have a cat, I see," Adrian said dryly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 16, 2009 7:54:07 GMT -5
"Not really," said Adrien as he did dishes. "They just kind of drop in."
"You do put out milk for them," said Divine, and then, with lightning reflexes, pulled out her fan as though she could not bear to have little more than air between herself and Adrian Veidt, and would faint otherwise.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 16, 2009 10:35:45 GMT -5
"You know, most cats have problems processing lactose," Adrian pointed out. "You should be more careful than to give them milk. It's simply another stereotype that has filtered through popular culture with little basis in reality."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 16, 2009 10:44:44 GMT -5
Adrien gave him a tired look.
"Well, I hope you don't, because we only have cream."
Adrien had never met a cat who didn't like milk a great deal, but he supposed the word "like" was not in Adrian Veidt's vocabulary. Kind of like "fun", or "seventeen".
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