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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 30, 2009 13:56:28 GMT -5
He nodded, started crying, and then abruptly stopped, going silent.
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Post by Megan on Sept 30, 2009 14:02:12 GMT -5
"When I was fourteen," she said quietly, "I was walking home from school... and a man approached me and tried to pick me up for fifty dollars."
She licked her lips nervously.
"I don't know why he did it, but in that moment- even without me doing anything, it just felt awful..."
She was silent again for a moment.
"So, I mean... if that's your life... God, I'm sorry. I guess I just never would have expected it out of Adrian. Not because he's rich and powerful or anything- that doesn't say anything about it- but... I mean, look at him. He's, you know, this saint. And, well, I have to say... better-looking than the average john, if I'm to judge by what I see on the news."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 30, 2009 14:04:41 GMT -5
Adrien got the suddenly horrible feeling that this meant that because Adrian was beautiful and everything, he didn't even need to hire a rentboy... And it was followed by the exhausting thought that this was true, and that if he was going around pouring drama on Adrian Adrian was going to brush him off.
He was filled with horror. He couldn't even think of anything to say.
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Post by Megan on Sept 30, 2009 14:05:45 GMT -5
"...sorry if I fucked your day up," Megan said sheepishly. "I tend to do that."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 30, 2009 14:06:22 GMT -5
He shook his head.
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Post by Megan on Sept 30, 2009 14:07:27 GMT -5
"You wanna... I dunno, do something other than sit on the floor and cry together?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 30, 2009 14:08:22 GMT -5
"Uhhhhhhh I have some puzzles - " he said lamely.
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Post by Megan on Oct 1, 2009 11:27:37 GMT -5
"I suck at puzzles," she mumbled. "Has he got an actual museum room here or anything?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 11:34:16 GMT -5
"Like you said, it's like the whole place is a museum, only it's all his own stuff so there are no guides. Unless you ask him - " which Adrien hadn't - "to tell you about everything."
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Post by Megan on Oct 1, 2009 11:44:51 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm not gonna do that. I've already made myself look like a total idiot in front of him as it is."
She nervously ran a fingertip under her eyes.
"My mascara's running, isn't it? Damn..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 11:48:42 GMT -5
Adrien shrugged. "Is mine?"
He waited until she could have the chance to startle or do a double take to smile cheekily.
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Post by Megan on Oct 1, 2009 11:50:44 GMT -5
"...are you wearing any?" she asked, with frank curiosity. "Because if you aren't, great, now I've got another entry for my list of guys with better eyelashes than me."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 11:52:21 GMT -5
Adrien batted his and went to stand up.
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Post by Megan on Oct 1, 2009 11:56:16 GMT -5
"My mom's told me from the time I was little that I've got eyelashes like a horse- there's a lot of them, but all they do is stick straight out and they aren't very long, and meanwhile my brothers- both of them- have these thick long lashes that kind of swoop up. My sister too. I'm definitely the plain one in the family."
She pulled herself up and looked at him again.
"You're probably the darling of yours, I figure. If I were a boy I'd hope I looked like you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Oct 1, 2009 12:19:45 GMT -5
Adrien smiled belatedly, like he couldn't remember how, and had an expression of shaken confusion and concentration on his face until he did, like he was trying to remember.
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