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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 14, 2009 18:48:26 GMT -5
"Who put these stairs here?" giggled Adrien in genuine confusion as he tripped over the last set of them.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 14, 2009 18:54:30 GMT -5
"Perhaps I'd be better off carrying you," Adrian said dryly, bending down to pick up the stumbling boy.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 14, 2009 18:56:29 GMT -5
He nuzzled.
"I love these shoes. Don't you just? I loooooooove them," he slurred happily.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 14, 2009 19:03:45 GMT -5
He made a very small and unexpected heaving sound as he lifted Adrien and realized that not only was his right hand numb, he was tired.
"Yes, yes, they're very nice shoes," he said idly.
He bent back a little in order to keep Adrien in his arms and fumbled for his wallet, followed by his passcard. He dropped the wallet in the process and made another annoyed sound.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 14, 2009 19:12:07 GMT -5
Adrien slipped out of his arms - more like tumbled, an elegant falling colt made up entirely of downy long limbs - to pick it up and hand it to him, beaming.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 14, 2009 19:15:21 GMT -5
"Adrien..." he sighed, amused and annoyed all at once. "Thank you. Don't do that again."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 14, 2009 19:16:23 GMT -5
He giggled and cupped his hand over Adrian's fly, beginning to smile cheekily.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 14, 2009 19:18:58 GMT -5
"Not right now, Adrien," he sighed.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 14, 2009 19:21:10 GMT -5
"Carry me over the threshold," he purred.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 14, 2009 19:24:59 GMT -5
Adrian pressed the passcard to the elevator's ID pad and then scooped Adrien into his arms while they waited for the doors to open.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 14, 2009 19:29:17 GMT -5
He tried leaving a similar pink mark - but a sugared raspberry, indeed! - upon Adrian Veidt's throat, wondering if Adrian would cherish a lovebite as much as Adrien did.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 14, 2009 19:46:42 GMT -5
Startled, he managed to not quite drop him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 14, 2009 19:48:11 GMT -5
When they reached Adrian's own penthouse, he kicked the door shut behind them both with a radiant smile begging for approval.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 15, 2009 16:03:21 GMT -5
Adrian set Adrien down.
"You are going to have a terrible headache tomorrow, Adrien. I hope you realize that."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 15, 2009 16:04:16 GMT -5
Adrien giggled and stumbled into him, reaching up to stroke his hair adoringly.
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