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Post by Miles on Mar 26, 2010 23:19:14 GMT -5
Miles tugged him along and out, with a little hair toss. "You didn't. But it wasn't so very grand. I merely went to all the shelters until I found your friend John's."
There was that tone again, but he got over it in a moment.
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Post by László on Mar 26, 2010 23:23:35 GMT -5
"You're very industrious, then."
That tone was still setting off a bell, though he couldn't tell if it was a warning or not.
"Where...should we go after the shelter?"
He almost suggested the hotel, but after what had happened there last, he was reluctant to do so--but he couldn't think of where else they would go.
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Post by Miles on Mar 27, 2010 15:45:38 GMT -5
László wasn't going to be staying at the shelter? He wanted to go somewhere... with Miles?
Miles failed very hard at concealing a smile, but he managed to not quite beam about it.
"Well, there's always dinner. At the hotel. Or out," he said, practically smirking. "Your suit is finished, by the way, László darling, and if you bathed first you would look quite presentable..."
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2010 16:04:30 GMT -5
"Oh!" He said, coloring a bit.
He'd pretty much forgotten about the suit, having thought that it was something he'd never see.
"Out would...be fine, but I wanted to talk to you about some things." He said softly.
He wanted to really clear the air about what had happened, among other things.
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Post by Miles on Mar 27, 2010 16:06:30 GMT -5
"We'd have to head back to my place in the first place, darling, so as to pick the suit up," he said with a wink. "And there is always the car, László."
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2010 16:08:46 GMT -5
"The hotel is fine," he said, glad that it was in fact all right for him to go back there.
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Post by Miles on May 17, 2010 16:47:44 GMT -5
Miles, on the other hand, was thankful that László pronounced the hotel fine. He didn't want László uncomfortable in close quarters with him.
Although when they got out to the car and Miles directed the driver towards the hotel, the slightly stiff way he held himself - body turned strictly forward, despite his keeping an air of informality, instead of turned towards László - made it look as though Miles was uncomfortable in close quarters with him. In actuality he was just trying to make sure László wasn't uncomfortable, but was making himself uncomfortable in the process - probably because Miles was completely unused to monitoring his own behavior and neither liked having to curb his excesses nor having to be aware of them.
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Post by László on May 17, 2010 18:38:18 GMT -5
László, though, was doing his damndest to be friendly and to dispel what awkwardness might arise, and when he sat next to Miles it was not too close, but companionable, managing somewhat to seem at ease.
Talking, though, he tripped up a bit, not knowing how to interpret Miles' body language. Maybe things were far more strained than he realized.
"Are you okay?" He asked, straight-up.
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Post by Miles on May 17, 2010 20:57:14 GMT -5
"Just smashing. Splendiferous," said Miles in a drawl, gazing out the window in his sunglasses and looking the picture of fine... before he sighed and took his glasses off, shaking his hair. "If you are, that is."
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Post by László on May 22, 2010 16:40:42 GMT -5
Hesitating a moment, he reached out and gave Miles' shoulder a friendly squeeze.
"I'm fine. I was just afraid that I was making things uncomfortable."
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Post by Miles on May 23, 2010 1:37:19 GMT -5
Miles uncrossed his legs, turning a fraction closer to him, grinning. "Not in the least, László dear, it's just that jail is such an uncomfortable subject to begin with - you know I'm headed for the dratted thing if I ever return to London. The institution of Oxford was dull as it is and Holloway is bound to be such a bore; besides - at least in Oxford all one's entanglements are of the purely voluntary variety!"
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Post by László on May 23, 2010 5:10:17 GMT -5
He heaved a sigh. "I wasn't thinking about the jail." He said softly. "Ah, well, but that can wait until we get to our destination." He'd rather not discuss anything serious in a taxi .
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Post by Miles on May 23, 2010 11:55:58 GMT -5
"Of course, darling," said Miles softly, watching his face closely.
He made small talk about a badly-behaved florist until they had arrived at the hotel, at which point he paid the driver and got out.
((new thread!))
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