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Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 26, 2010 2:04:30 GMT -5
"Shut up."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 26, 2010 2:05:58 GMT -5
"Don't mind when I'm calling you out on wanting to fuck a child, mind when I call you out on wanting to fuck a female one, huh?" He whistled.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 26, 2010 2:07:27 GMT -5
"Adrien is... not a child."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 26, 2010 2:08:34 GMT -5
"Was a year ago, two years... where do you draw the line? You're probably older than his parents, you know that?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 26, 2010 4:04:32 GMT -5
"You think I'm not aware- of course I'm aware; you're a product of my imagination-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 26, 2010 10:25:12 GMT -5
"You sit there all smug and say it's justified, just because you claim to love him," went on Blake's hallucination blithely. "Kind of forgetting it would never have happened if you hadn't," that little sniggering laugh Eddie had, that buzzing schoolboy laugh, sank into his words here briefly, "if you hadn't seen an eighteen year old boy at a party and wanted to fuck him into the mattress." Blake put out his cigar on the papers on Adrian's desk. "Of course now anything that would harm him's completely out of the question, but back when he was just some kid it was perfectly acceptable to fuck him and humiliate him afterwards with a large sum of money. Just ignore the effect that has on anyone's mental health, right?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 28, 2010 1:15:34 GMT -5
"I thought he was at least a few years older," Adrian said.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 28, 2010 1:21:23 GMT -5
Snigger. "You knew he was accustomed to putting out for cash. I guess that doesn't do anybody any damage if they're above the of consent, huh?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 28, 2010 1:53:54 GMT -5
"You'd know all about that, wouldn't you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 28, 2010 1:57:49 GMT -5
He grinned.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 28, 2010 2:04:50 GMT -5
"And you certainly had no compulsion against throwing an eighteen-year-old boy against a wall and groping him either, did you, Edward?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 28, 2010 2:15:40 GMT -5
This turned into very unpleasant but very full-bodied laughter, complete with knee-slapping.
"Nice comparison."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 28, 2010 2:34:37 GMT -5
"Of course, I never told anyone about that part, and how lucky for you. Imagine if word'd gotten out that you'd gotten a few highly appreciated handfuls of- what was the term you used? 'Limp-wristed little faggot', I believe it was- correct me if I'm wrong, of course. If I am, I'm sorry."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Feb 28, 2010 20:30:17 GMT -5
"You're apologizing to me? I'm just some limp-wristed little faggot's hallucination. Think I give a damn?"
This conversation was very one-sided and unfair. In addition, there was a timid knock on the office door.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Feb 28, 2010 20:52:13 GMT -5
"Adrien, is that you?" Adrian called. "Come in."
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