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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2010 12:35:54 GMT -5
Adrien, singing throatily in a sort of warbly way, wandered into the penthouse in a sweater, a longer sweater and some slacks, and waited for Adrian to ask where he'd been - he'd disappeared during a nap Adrian had taken this Saturday and gone to market without thinking to leave a note first.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2010 12:51:27 GMT -5
Adrian had apparently never gotten the message that Saturdays were intended for lounging around and being useless, because in the absence of an Adrien he had taken several folders from his briefcase and was now going over them and making notes in preparation for Monday.
At the sound of Adrien walking in, he glanced up.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2010 12:52:37 GMT -5
"Allo," said Adrien, beaming, coming over to embrace him and kiss his cheek.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2010 12:57:09 GMT -5
Adrian smiled and patted Adrien's hand.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2010 12:58:38 GMT -5
"See wot I got?" he asked exuberantly, swinging his head to the side.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2010 13:04:51 GMT -5
He had to push a lock of Adrien's hair aside to see it, and even then the first thing Adrian noticed was that Adrien's ear was a little swollen. After this initial realization, though, the cause could be traced down to a small pearl stud gleaming in his earlobe.
"...you didn't."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2010 13:06:21 GMT -5
He laughed and shoved him playfully. "Well of course I deedent," he said. "A feurend of mine deed."
He dropped into a nearby chair and started taking out some food he'd bought at the market, intending to eat a small orange.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2010 13:08:38 GMT -5
"Your timing is admirable," he said flatly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2010 13:09:47 GMT -5
Adrien stopped and looked at him, looking nearly crestfallen, but then merely bewildered and innocent. "Deed you want to go to market too?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2010 13:12:44 GMT -5
"I meant the earring."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2010 13:19:00 GMT -5
Adrien, whose train of thought made him interpret this as Adrian wanting one too - which was absurd and impossible - began laughing.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2010 13:38:44 GMT -5
"I'm not going to make you take it out- I don't want you to have wasted your money."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2010 13:39:28 GMT -5
"I didn't think you'd make me take it out," said Adrien in French, looking confused.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 22, 2010 13:43:53 GMT -5
"Adrien, it's... never mind."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 22, 2010 13:44:51 GMT -5
He went back to peeling his orange, occasionally lifting a curved hand to pat his hair such that the earring would brush his palm, and then he would absolutely beam, wholly unconscious.
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