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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 6, 2010 2:52:24 GMT -5
"I apologize again for my stringency in forcing English on you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 6, 2010 2:53:48 GMT -5
He smiled, reached out, and tucked his fingers underneath Adrian's and clasped them.
"I already forgave you for zat, long ago. Promeess."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 6, 2010 3:08:43 GMT -5
He sat down again and waited for the landing.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 6, 2010 3:10:17 GMT -5
He stroked his thumb with his own while he waited.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 6, 2010 7:17:11 GMT -5
The plane hit the runway with a loud skid and lurched.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 6, 2010 16:39:32 GMT -5
He clung to him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 6, 2010 17:20:52 GMT -5
"Don't worry, it's supposed to do that."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 6, 2010 17:22:21 GMT -5
"I know, but I still hate it."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 6, 2010 17:27:53 GMT -5
"You'll get used to it with time."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 6, 2010 17:33:09 GMT -5
"How often are we going to be travelling?" he asked in mild alarm.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 6, 2010 21:55:46 GMT -5
"I do travel a great deal, Adrien," he cautioned him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 6, 2010 21:57:55 GMT -5
Adrien had mixed feelings about this. "Oh..." he said, clearly a little distressed. But then he perked up a little, "This means I'll be going with you, then?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 6, 2010 22:00:53 GMT -5
"Yes, of course."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 6, 2010 22:02:45 GMT -5
He hugged his arm with a big smile.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 6, 2010 22:06:07 GMT -5
There was another minute or so of taxiing before it came to a full stop. Adrian leaned toward the window.
"It's raining," he sighed. "I certainly hope they brought an umbrella..."
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