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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 25, 2010 18:08:11 GMT -5
"Ssank you," he snuffled drowsily as he pulled a shirt on over his head, staggering backwards blindly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 26, 2010 19:04:25 GMT -5
Adrian went to the kitchen and started a pot for Adrien's benefit.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 26, 2010 19:49:14 GMT -5
Adrien dressed quickly, shivering, singing under his breath to himself, which he continued doing even as he shuffled out in semi-formal work attire with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 27, 2010 15:39:57 GMT -5
"You're being slightly ridiculous, you realize."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 27, 2010 17:23:44 GMT -5
Adrien looked hurt and pained but didn't say anything, sitting subdued at the table with that blanket around him like a mink coat, his divine right, wrapped around a boy king. Only the crown was missing, and also the application of a hairbrush.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 27, 2010 17:26:40 GMT -5
"Your coffee, Your Majesty," Adrian said sarcastically, setting the cup before him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 27, 2010 17:27:45 GMT -5
"It's bad enough that I'm up at 5, like you wanted, do you have to be mean to me about it?" asked Adrien, pulling his hand away from the coffee cup and looking both bleary-eyed and tearful.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 28, 2010 14:46:33 GMT -5
"Adrien-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 28, 2010 14:48:33 GMT -5
"Do you really think being mean makes it easier?" he asked, petulantly but probably in the right.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 28, 2010 14:49:49 GMT -5
"I'm going to finish getting ready so we can leave."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 28, 2010 14:50:43 GMT -5
Adrien waved his hand idly and dismissively with a flutter of his tired little eyelashes, lifting his coffee cup, and looking altogether impeccably French, and therefore rather annoying.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 28, 2010 14:59:52 GMT -5
In spite of his annoyance with the way Adrien was carrying on, Adrian still gave the younger man's hair a fond ruffle as he passed.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 28, 2010 15:01:07 GMT -5
There was the sound of lips puckering and blowing a kiss, even though Adrian had passed and couldn't see Adrien do it.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 28, 2010 15:06:01 GMT -5
Adrian glanced back over his shoulder at him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 28, 2010 15:06:56 GMT -5
Adrien had glanced away by then, but there was still a fond, unconscious smile on his mouth - despite his obvious fatigue - even as he sipped coffee.
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