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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2010 3:04:14 GMT -5
Adrian's eye twitched a little, but he was facing away from Adrien.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2010 3:05:45 GMT -5
"Or I will pout and - and withold sex."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2010 3:09:14 GMT -5
"I'm not particularly used to your kind of food, Adrien," he said as he turned around. "But I'll try."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2010 3:11:29 GMT -5
"...I brewed tea," he said a little desperately.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2010 3:14:15 GMT -5
"Tea is fine."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2010 3:25:00 GMT -5
He took out the plate of sandwiches into another room, calling back, "Bring the tea?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2010 3:26:59 GMT -5
He still trusted him to bring the tea?
"Er... yes, just a minute."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2010 3:30:27 GMT -5
"Don't take too long," he scolded.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2010 3:32:54 GMT -5
"I'm coming, I'm coming-"
He arrived as he was saying this.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2010 3:34:00 GMT -5
Adrien stretched out on the couch, beamed, and devoured a sandwich suggestively.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2010 3:36:49 GMT -5
Adrian gingerly picked one up and forced it into his mouth. The mayonnaise felt gluey and had an unexpectedly strong flavor to it.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2010 3:37:50 GMT -5
Adrien watched him, looking timid and crestfallen.
"...you don't have to eat anything," he said in a very meek voice.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2010 3:43:38 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, Adrien-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2010 3:44:34 GMT -5
"No, don't apologise, I should - " He seemed extremely haggard again all of a sudden. " - just learn to prepare things you'll eat - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2010 3:49:50 GMT -5
"Adrien, please don't worry about me like that. Come here."
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