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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 18, 2010 23:12:59 GMT -5
Adrien stared back at him, and then put his arms on his shoulders and slid down, walking out of the room and cautiously shutting the door, feeling chastised and cutting back on a wave of over-sensitivity.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 18, 2010 23:16:33 GMT -5
Adrian sighed and pushed a hand back through his hair. Damn, damn, damn, damn.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 18, 2010 23:17:42 GMT -5
"Do you want some pie?" called Adrien waveringly from the other room.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 18, 2010 23:19:47 GMT -5
"Yes, love, of course," he called back. "Adrien-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 18, 2010 23:20:41 GMT -5
Adrien didn't answer that, all the way in the other room, and instead cut two slices and put them onto plates, subdued.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 18, 2010 23:21:54 GMT -5
"Adrien?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 18, 2010 23:22:41 GMT -5
"It's ready."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 18, 2010 23:24:19 GMT -5
He appeared in the kitchen a moment later.
"I'm sorry-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 18, 2010 23:25:26 GMT -5
He shook his head wordlessly, picked up a plate and a fork, and brought it over to him like an offering, holding it out with two hands.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 18, 2010 23:28:26 GMT -5
"Please don't look at me like a kicked dog."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 18, 2010 23:29:06 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," he said, looking down.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 18, 2010 23:32:57 GMT -5
"Adrien-"
He took the pie plate and set it aside.
"Come here, please."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 18, 2010 23:34:25 GMT -5
He went over to him, saying, "I didn't mean to upset you with that, I was playing - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Apr 18, 2010 23:36:22 GMT -5
"I know. I know."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Apr 18, 2010 23:37:02 GMT -5
"I didn't really think you'd mind, Roge used to do it with me - "
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