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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 19, 2010 21:28:48 GMT -5
"Still," he corrected him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2010 21:42:32 GMT -5
"I didn't know."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 19, 2010 21:45:48 GMT -5
"Or perhaps we could go out somewhere -"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2010 21:50:05 GMT -5
"Would you like that?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 19, 2010 21:54:14 GMT -5
"It doesn't matter, I was asking for you. It's not as much fun to go out in suits."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2010 21:56:43 GMT -5
"Then don't wear one. Honestly, Adrien-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 19, 2010 21:57:36 GMT -5
"I can't think of anything to do, okay? I'm unhappy and drained now."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2010 22:02:15 GMT -5
"...here. Go lie down, all right?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 19, 2010 22:04:09 GMT -5
"I don't want to..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2010 22:08:22 GMT -5
"I'll rub your back-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 19, 2010 22:13:04 GMT -5
He sighed, and drifted into one of the guest rooms, one which he'd claimed for himself. Posters of 1920s and 1930s Paris - and film posters from a similar era - covered the walls, but the bed was loaded down with brightly-colored fun fur pillows.
He wrapped himself up in a pink throw and rubbed his cheek against a blue pillow.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2010 22:24:27 GMT -5
Adrian let him go and waited behind.
"Jon? Jon, I know you can hear me- get back here-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 19, 2010 22:26:01 GMT -5
There was no answer.
(He had been teleported away from Laurel, but Jon had not accompanied him.)
Adrien sat in the room and waited for Adrian, feeling sorry for himself.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 20, 2010 0:04:40 GMT -5
"Jon- God dammit-"
He leaned against the wall, not particularly caring that Jon was actually an unfathomably large distance away. If he was so fucking omnipotent...
Adrian smacked his hand on the wall and went off to find Adrien.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 20, 2010 13:16:20 GMT -5
"...Adrian?"
He'd assumed he was right behind him, although he recognized there was really not much ground on which he should have assumed that...
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