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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 2:58:19 GMT -5
"Not if tonight's any indication - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 2:59:24 GMT -5
"I'm trying-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 3:01:28 GMT -5
He opened his mouth to snap, but then shut it again. "...I was talking to Divine about Crowley today - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 3:03:01 GMT -5
"She told me."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 3:05:15 GMT -5
"Well he talked to me."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 3:11:44 GMT -5
"I talk to you!"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 3:13:18 GMT -5
"How long did it take before you asked me about March - " He blinked, and then narrowed his prettily made-up eyes. "You have never asked me about Marchetti. Nevermind."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 3:22:34 GMT -5
"I don't want to remind you of the details of your sordid former life-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 3:23:54 GMT -5
If Adrian was a dick, Adrien was a shrew. He slapped him.
"I'm sleeping on the couch tonight," he said stiffy.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 3:26:28 GMT -5
Adrian slowly looked back at him, hand still held to his cheek in shock.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 3:27:25 GMT -5
He got up, lifting his skirt so he could move, and walked off hip-swingingly and testily into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him so he could change and then go gingerly wash makeup off his face.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 3:36:39 GMT -5
Adrian sat down and shoved a hand in his hair.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 3:38:14 GMT -5
Adrien came out de-made-up and dressed in silk pyjamas, carrying one of the spare blankets and his own pillows.
"Out," he said, like a bossy little French thing.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 29, 2010 3:41:23 GMT -5
"You can have the bed," Adrian relented.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 29, 2010 3:42:12 GMT -5
Adrien put the pillow and the blanket down, sat behind Adrian on the cushion, and shoved at him ineffectually. "Get ouuuut - "
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