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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 21, 2009 18:44:23 GMT -5
"Hm?" asked Adrien, or might have asked, as it was indeed really a faint moan against Adrian's throat, as he unbuttoned a few buttons on the coat. Rather abruptly-seeming, he slipped off Adrian's lap and onto the floor, and thinking nothing of it nuzzled Adrian's lap.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 21, 2009 18:50:28 GMT -5
"Adrien!"
This time his voice was harsher, and he very nearly kicked the boy away.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 21, 2009 19:47:31 GMT -5
Adrien looked up, startled, lips parted, still leaning in his lap.
Not even that made Divine look up, but it made her tense in a fashion similar to that way a mother might whose overpowering husband has just shouted at their son again.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 21, 2009 19:48:41 GMT -5
"Now is hardly the time for that."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 21, 2009 19:52:35 GMT -5
"What? Why not?"
It was almost a plea, and very nearly edged into panicked confusion. Adrien's hand flew to his hair, trying frantically to push it into place.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 21, 2009 19:53:59 GMT -5
He merely jerked his head in Divine's direction.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 21, 2009 19:55:09 GMT -5
"She - she won't care. See, that's why she's over there - "
He was moments from almost begging him, clearly emotionally distraught.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 21, 2009 20:03:41 GMT -5
He pulled Adrien up by the wrist, a little roughly but with exasperated fondness.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 21, 2009 20:08:09 GMT -5
Adrien just sort of limply let himself be pulled up, tide of panic ebbing but not quite vanished yet. He simply gaped at him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 21, 2009 20:09:20 GMT -5
Adrian pushed him down to sit beside him and picked up the teacup again.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 21, 2009 20:10:19 GMT -5
Watching him, he hesitantly - though hurriedly at the same time - reached for his own, taking a sip of tea with his eyes still on Adrian, as though trying to check and make sure.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 21, 2009 20:15:05 GMT -5
Adrian switched which hand held the cup and set what was intended to be a comforting hand on Adrien's knee, though the soft mechanical whining of the joints probably didn't help matters much.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 21, 2009 20:22:19 GMT -5
It wasn't as comforting as any other hand might have been, but it was Adrian's, and it brought a timid - as though every brain cell in his head was screaming at him to worry, but against all this he was paying more attention to the fact that Adrian was saying it was okay - smile to his mouth as he continued sipping.
After a moment, he glanced away and looked ahead again, and then froze. Divine had - for a brief moment - glanced up to lock eyes with him, as though to silently say, he doesn't want to sleep with you?
He looked carefully down into his teacup and tried to keep his face as blank as Adrian's generally was.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 21, 2009 20:24:41 GMT -5
"So."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 21, 2009 20:26:28 GMT -5
"So," said Adrien carefully, rubbing his thumb along the rim of the teacup as though he'd missed a spot.
His shoulders were painfully hunched and there was something meticulously upbeat in his posture, like he was throwing all of himself into keeping up a ruse that wasn't even very good.
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