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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 30, 2010 20:27:13 GMT -5
It took a while, but eventually Claire calmed down to the point of not only letting him wipe her face, but beginning, as he neared completion, to giggle and tug at the towel, trying to pull it out of his hands. Grasping the end of it she tried to stuff it into his mouth, shrieked with delighted, baby-teeth laughter, and lifting both hands started pulling on tufts of his hair.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 30, 2010 20:36:38 GMT -5
"All right, that's enough-"
He tried to gently ease her into relinquishing his hair to start with. He'd worry about the other aspects of what was going on after that.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 30, 2010 20:41:23 GMT -5
She shrieked again and clutched in different places, more on the back of his head.
"Claire! Claire, no - "
As a two-year-old was essentially shoving her torso over Adrian's face while she gleefully hung onto the back of his head it would be hard to see tiny Lucie climb onto a chair and delicately unpry her daughter's hands and pull her guilty into her arms.
"Lucie - here."
She handed Claire to Paul. She was something of a daddy's girl, and clutched fistfuls of her father's hair instead. Good-naturedly, he merely undid her fingers like clasps and pulled her hands down, then scooted out a bit to change her clothes.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 30, 2010 20:48:52 GMT -5
Adrian sat up properly again, his general demeanor like that of someone who'd just been knocked over and trampled.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 30, 2010 20:53:34 GMT -5
Adrien laughed when he saw Adrian's hair.
"Papa! Papa, wan go play ball!" Claire stuck her tongue out in concentration as she tugged at her father's face. "Papa I wan go playyyyy!"
"Lucie - "
She hand gestured in a way very reminiscent of her son at his utmost French.
Adrien sat up sharply. "Can I?"
Paul smiled back at him, the first not-slightly-anxious-or-worried smile he'd given Adrien all evening, and gestured for him to come with. He slung an arm around Adrien's shoulder as he and the other child all tramped downstairs to go.
Lucie was still wiping at the table, not immediately appearing, because she wasn't looking up, to notice him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 30, 2010 20:59:23 GMT -5
Adrian was by now attempting to put his clothes right again, then his hair.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 30, 2010 21:01:44 GMT -5
"There's a mirror over the sink, Mr. Veidt," said Lucie softly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 30, 2010 21:05:07 GMT -5
"I'll deal with it later," he sighed. "I'm not accustomed to children is all."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 30, 2010 21:06:04 GMT -5
"No, I could tell," she said, at first seeming grim, but on closer inspection trying not to laugh. "Tea, Mr. Veidt?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 30, 2010 21:06:37 GMT -5
"Thank you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 30, 2010 21:09:19 GMT -5
She put on water. "He was a complete angel, though the father wasn't. And Paul is a dear, but Claire is a little monster," she laughed. "You'd have liked him, I would think..." she mused. "He curled up and sucked on his fingers and watched you - or anything - with enormous eyes. He hardly ever made noise."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 30, 2010 21:16:30 GMT -5
"If you'll pardon me, I'd rather not think about how recent that was," Adrian sighed in grim acknowledgement of the elephant in the room.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 30, 2010 21:17:45 GMT -5
She blinked. "Ah," she said. "Forgive me. I was going to offer to show you photographs..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 30, 2010 21:21:21 GMT -5
Adrian waved a hand rather casually to indicate that it was up to her.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 30, 2010 21:21:58 GMT -5
"You wouldn't mind, would you?"
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