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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2010 1:17:13 GMT -5
"Is that the right track?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2010 9:33:49 GMT -5
He nodded swiftly as he bit his lower lip and held it, his hands on the back of Adrian's shoulders, unconsciously massaging.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2010 13:54:56 GMT -5
"You're beautiful-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2010 13:56:42 GMT -5
He brightened and, opening his eyes, peeped up at him, both alit in pleasure and in joy.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2010 13:59:54 GMT -5
"And you're only going to be moreso with time-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2010 14:08:26 GMT -5
He sort of laughed - it was more of a giggle - and rubbed Adrian's shoulder.
That statement didn't make much sense to him, but he didn't care.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2010 16:35:01 GMT -5
"And there's the matter of how young you are- how long we have-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2010 16:36:36 GMT -5
"The rest of my life," he cooed, and beamed up at him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2010 16:47:26 GMT -5
"Yes- this doesn't- the hand doesn't bother you, does it?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2010 17:47:54 GMT -5
"Not - uh - not a bit - "
He was having a difficult time with speech now.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2010 20:20:59 GMT -5
"I was concerned-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2010 20:22:56 GMT -5
"Oh - oh God - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2010 20:30:05 GMT -5
"Here-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2010 20:30:58 GMT -5
"Ooooh oh Adrian - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 15, 2010 20:50:40 GMT -5
"I was concerned you might not like it-"
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