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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 7, 2010 1:28:06 GMT -5
"Well - well - then I'm not good at anything," he said faintly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 7, 2010 1:29:23 GMT -5
"You are-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 7, 2010 2:00:34 GMT -5
He shook his head vehemently again, stern little tears dropping off his cheeks and falling into empty space.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 7, 2010 2:22:56 GMT -5
"...you can dance."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 7, 2010 2:24:21 GMT -5
He started to cry.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 7, 2010 2:45:37 GMT -5
Adrian abruptly pressed Adrien into his arms so Adrien couldn't see him roll his eyes.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 7, 2010 2:46:37 GMT -5
The crying subsided quickly as long as he had Adrian to cling to.
"I don't want to think about this anymore," he said, almost petulantly.... except with a very painful edge of despair to it.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 7, 2010 2:47:40 GMT -5
"Do you want to leave tonight?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 7, 2010 2:48:16 GMT -5
"Leave?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 7, 2010 2:53:01 GMT -5
"To London after all.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 7, 2010 2:53:47 GMT -5
"Oh... okay," he said, a little more brightly. It was put on, but it wouldn't be that easy to tell.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 7, 2010 2:57:44 GMT -5
"There," he said gently. "Go pack for the weekend."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 7, 2010 3:26:01 GMT -5
"The whole weekend?" It was currently Saturday morning.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 7, 2010 3:36:22 GMT -5
"Tonight and tomorrow."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 7, 2010 3:37:18 GMT -5
He went into the next room to do so, then paused.
"Adrian? Am I going to be a boy or a lady?"
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