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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 1, 2010 1:47:14 GMT -5
He snuggled with him, a little exhausted blond thing with newly-butch hair. "What does that mean?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 1, 2010 1:51:57 GMT -5
"...it means a very small rabbit."
Thirty years earlier, he'd've blushed.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 1, 2010 1:53:00 GMT -5
He beamed up at him, still exhausted, but, you know, beaming. "Oh," he said, sounding extremely pleased.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 1, 2010 2:02:29 GMT -5
"I apologize."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 1, 2010 2:05:17 GMT -5
He pulled the blankets over them, leaned over, and turned the lamp off, then proceedd to snuggle him.
"Don't... I want to be your bunny."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 1, 2010 2:12:07 GMT -5
"It... never mind. All right."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 1, 2010 2:14:12 GMT -5
They were still settling in for bed and all had been quiet for a while until Adrien whispered, ponderingly, that he loved that Adrian now gave him nicknames.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 1, 2010 2:18:50 GMT -5
"What can I say? You inspire them."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 1, 2010 2:21:22 GMT -5
"I try."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 1, 2010 5:41:39 GMT -5
Adrian smoothed the aforementioned newly butch hair into place.
"Sleep now."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 1, 2010 18:49:13 GMT -5
His eyelatters fluttered a little bit, without his eyes opening.
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