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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 8:21:54 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 18, 2009 8:21:54 GMT -5
Adrien was sad to find that when he woke up on Friday, although most of his illness was gone, so was Adrian. He'd said he'd stay home with him. Adrien hadn't asked him to do so, but just the fact that he'd been willing to made things marvelous. He was just disappointed to find he hadn't.
He got up and dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a soft, gray sweater, and then called Bubastis in to snuggle while he looked at the photographs he'd accidentally left there previously to pass the time.
((I figured he's either actually gone to work, or has stepped out to buy them.
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 16:25:48 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 18, 2009 16:25:48 GMT -5
The man of the house returned at a little after two in the afternoon, with a mid-size box tied shut with a silver ribbon in his arms.
"Adrien? Are you awake?"
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 16:28:14 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 18, 2009 16:28:14 GMT -5
"Adrian!"
He came bounding out of the bedroom and to fling himself on his neck, not immediately noticing the box, too busy holding his face in his hands and covering it with little kisses.
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 16:37:18 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 18, 2009 16:37:18 GMT -5
"I take it you're feeling better," he said dryly.
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 16:37:43 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 18, 2009 16:37:43 GMT -5
"Mm-hm."
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 16:39:49 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 18, 2009 16:39:49 GMT -5
"Here, I brought you something..."
He gave him the box.
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 16:42:28 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 18, 2009 16:42:28 GMT -5
Adrien bit his lip as he beamed and took it shyly, assuming at first that it was going to be éclairs or something.
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 17:10:36 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 18, 2009 17:10:36 GMT -5
"I thought you might appreciate this..."
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 17:13:10 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 18, 2009 17:13:10 GMT -5
He tugged at the silver ribbon on it and let that fall onto their shoes and then opened the box.
A little bitty squeaky noise literally came from his throat as he picked them up and let the cardboard box also fall onto the floor.
"Adrian," he breathed.
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 17:22:07 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 18, 2009 17:22:07 GMT -5
"You like them?"
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 17:28:01 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 18, 2009 17:28:01 GMT -5
"Oh my God, they're... they're so pretty, and - " He stumbled backwards, rushed to the nearest thing to sit on, and pulled on his new pair of shoes - mauve suede platformed girl's shoes.
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 17:32:58 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 18, 2009 17:32:58 GMT -5
Adrian watched very calmly, with only a faint smile.
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 17:37:37 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 18, 2009 17:37:37 GMT -5
He hopped down from the chair six inches taller and twirled almost as though he'd put on a new dress and wanted to see the skirts fan out.
"Oh my God, Adrian! I love them!"
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 17:41:15 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 18, 2009 17:41:15 GMT -5
"I'm glad. I thought you might..."
His smile still hadn't regained quite as much enthusiasm as it had once had.
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Friday
Nov 18, 2009 17:42:44 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 18, 2009 17:42:44 GMT -5
He dashed to Adrian and threw his arms around him again and started up, once more, with the adoring little pecking, although there was a heightened level of enthusiasm to it this time. Let's just say he doesn't dread what Adrian wants of him anymore and leave it at that, shall we?
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