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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 4, 2010 1:50:43 GMT -5
"Several bodyguards, three of whom are trained marksmen. It's expensive, but I believe you're worth it."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 4, 2010 1:51:55 GMT -5
...this did not have the intended effect.
"Do you think - oh my god, you think someone would try to shoot me?!"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 4, 2010 1:58:23 GMT -5
"I doubt that very much."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 4, 2010 2:00:36 GMT -5
"Why do I need a guard?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 4, 2010 2:10:45 GMT -5
"Because people may throw things."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 4, 2010 2:13:45 GMT -5
"...things?" This sounded very ominous.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 4, 2010 2:15:51 GMT -5
"Paint, rotten fruit, the like. It's happened before."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 4, 2010 2:20:03 GMT -5
"Why on earth?" He sounded alarmed and personally wounded.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 4, 2010 2:24:28 GMT -5
"Some years ago The New Frontiersman decided I was plainly an operative for the Chinese government," he said, sounding extremely bored.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 4, 2010 2:33:18 GMT -5
He kissed him loyally on the cheek.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 4, 2010 2:46:04 GMT -5
"And in this environment... well. I believe it was a cabbage."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 4, 2010 2:48:44 GMT -5
"You're a cabbage," he said adoringly, nuzzling him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 4, 2010 2:53:05 GMT -5
Adrian glanced down at him, smiling in slightly confused amusement.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 4, 2010 2:54:24 GMT -5
"Chouchouchou," he cooed against his ear, and then nipped it gently and sucked.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 4, 2010 2:57:11 GMT -5
"Mmm."
He smiled and tightened his hold, just a little bit.
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