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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 7, 2010 22:35:14 GMT -5
"That's not what I meant," he sighed, but smiled nonetheless, and sipped his tea.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 7, 2010 22:50:00 GMT -5
"They're going to love you at the concert..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 7, 2010 22:50:32 GMT -5
"What? Why would they?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 7, 2010 23:00:44 GMT -5
"Because you are eminently easy to like."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 7, 2010 23:02:44 GMT -5
He glowed faintly, flushed.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 7, 2010 23:05:38 GMT -5
"So it should be easy for you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 7, 2010 23:11:26 GMT -5
"I don't think... but never mind... drink your tea, silly."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 7, 2010 23:15:48 GMT -5
"All right," he said, and he did.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 7, 2010 23:17:41 GMT -5
He laughed and stroked Adrian's leg with great fondness.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 7, 2010 23:26:22 GMT -5
"Do you want any more?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 7, 2010 23:27:40 GMT -5
"No - let's make love when tea's done, all right? No more being confusing."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2010 3:32:12 GMT -5
"How very direct."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 9, 2010 7:17:26 GMT -5
He poked him stubbornly. "You make it necessary."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2010 14:47:44 GMT -5
"I do not-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 9, 2010 15:18:39 GMT -5
He leaned in and smilingly nipped his ear, then whispered into it, "Do so."
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