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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 15:31:31 GMT -5
"And even if I did, I wouldn't do it myself, and certainly not left-handed."
He looked at the back of Adrien's head and found himself wondering, once again, how he'd gotten into this.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 16:38:07 GMT -5
Adrien shrugged, rather delicately.
Privately he was thinking, ...wouldn't consent to short hair if anyone else was cutting it!, but this didn't seem like something he ought to tell Adrian.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 17:08:11 GMT -5
"All right, hold still."
He began cutting as carefully as he could to at least make it look symmetrical from the front.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 17:09:52 GMT -5
He did so. In fact, Adrien was more or less as still and silent as the perfect little mannequin the entire time, and didn't even ask Adrian how far from being finished he was, though he was itching to do so.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 17:16:20 GMT -5
Once that was done, this left the very back. There was only a little bit that the general evening-out hadn't taken care of- a few little wisps at the bottom of Adrien's hairline that poked out of the rest of his hair. Adrian cut them close, the scissors only a little distance away from the skin.
"That should do it."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 17:18:24 GMT -5
Adrien lifted a hand to fluff it experimentally. This gently probing lasted several long seconds before he turned around and beamed at Adrian.
"Ohyoushouldn'thave."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 17:21:50 GMT -5
"You're welcome."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 17:22:41 GMT -5
He threw his arms around his neck and hugged him, and then, remembering something, said in a muffled tone of voice against his shoulder, "Backrub."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 17:24:08 GMT -5
"All right, roll over-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 17:27:05 GMT -5
Adrien draped himself over Adrian's lap quite contentedly, legs folding up behind him, heels waving happily in the air.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 17:31:07 GMT -5
This was another one of Adrien's little habits, he realized- making it impossible to stay angry at him for too long.
"Are we going to be all right?" he asked as he began rubbing between Adrien's shoulders.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 17:34:15 GMT -5
He experimentally flexed his shoulderblades and worked his fingers absent-mindedly against Adrian's thigh something like a cat, although this wasn't at all deliberate.
"Mmmmmmmmhmm. Ohhh, that feels so niiiice..." said Adrien, tilting his head against Adrian's knee and squirming briefly in unabashed pleasure.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 17:39:04 GMT -5
"I'm... glad," Adrian said, after a long pause. "Because if you'll let me..."
He swallowed.
"I'd like to take care of you for the rest of your life."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 11, 2009 17:43:26 GMT -5
Adrien's heart flip-flopped.
Suddenly a little tremulous, he pushed himself up on his hands and stared up at Adrian. The expression was very obviously one of mixed shock and adoration, and he'd been so suddenly startled there were tears in his eyes, though they didn't fall, and instead stayed and clung to his eyelashes.
"A...Adrian..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 11, 2009 18:37:51 GMT -5
"No, don't say anything. You don't have to."
And furthermore, if he did, and Adrian had to face looking at him like that again...
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