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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 8, 2009 18:59:21 GMT -5
He leaned back and smiled at him.
"Go get dressed."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 8, 2009 19:01:32 GMT -5
Adrien clicked his heels together and saluted him. He picked up his tea, downed it, and ran off, the silk robe flapping behind him as he went - it was too long on him, anyway. He would have to have his own bought for future.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 8, 2009 19:04:30 GMT -5
All Adrian needed to do to prepare to leave again was pull on the brown sweater and the glasses again, and he pushed his hair from his face as he leaned against the wall to wait for Adrien's return.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 8, 2009 19:06:54 GMT -5
Adrien, redressed in the belted slacks, t-shirt, and long sweater from earlier - although, as Adrian would not know, no longer wearing the lingerie that had given Adrian so much grief, mostly because he had wanted to dress in a hurry, bounded out to meet him, wrapping his arms around his waist and beaming up at him.
"Give me a kiss. For luck," he clarified.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 8, 2009 19:12:12 GMT -5
"Only on the lips for now."
And he did.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 8, 2009 19:13:26 GMT -5
That had been what he meant, but... he wasn't adverse to Adrian's first thought of having been elsewhere. Anywhere, really. Adrien's lashes fluttered into the bargain.
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