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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 17, 2011 22:33:46 GMT -5
Dan who had taken to staring at a un-dusted spot on the wall looked down to him with a soft smile "Hmm?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 17, 2011 22:35:41 GMT -5
"You were very different in your Nite Owl suit."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 17, 2011 22:38:43 GMT -5
He chuckled a little bit "Sometimes, confidence can be attained by something as simple as a change of clothes."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 17, 2011 22:40:46 GMT -5
"Really? I get that in heels."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 17, 2011 22:46:12 GMT -5
"Well then there you go" he smiled a bit wider "me and my costume is just like that, I feel like I can be someone stronger, someone more confident, than myself."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 17, 2011 22:47:45 GMT -5
His hand fell onto his arm and gently grasped the muscle, and he smiled up at him. "Seem pretty strong as Dan Dreiberg too."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 17, 2011 22:52:07 GMT -5
A slight tinge of red came to Dan's cheeks "Stronger mentally I mean, sometimes muscle isn't enough to be able to adapt to situations."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 17, 2011 22:56:30 GMT -5
"But I bet you could adapt to the physical ones," said Adrien obliviously. "I bet you could even pick me up."
He pulled back to look at him with the slightest bit of squinting, his own glasses having been abandoned at Karnak. Eyesight was not on his mind when he left, not in the least. "I never noticed it until I saw you in the suit, but now I can't not see it. I guess your Dan clothes are a pretty good civilian disguise, huh?"
He stopped his mind from completing his next thought: Not like Adrian.
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 17, 2011 23:06:14 GMT -5
"Probably" he admitted.
"Well I do wear a mask" he chuckled "it's all in discerning the different between wearing the suit and living your life. Just because you go out and night and beat up bad guys, doesn't mean you have to be like that all the time." He shrugged "It took me a long time to understand that."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 17, 2011 23:13:44 GMT -5
He was very silent for a moment, before confessing, "Once I met Rorschach in Paris, before I met Adrian. I..." He hesitated. "Do you know what my job used to be?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 17, 2011 23:24:01 GMT -5
"I- I have an idea, but I never wanted to presume."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 17, 2011 23:32:52 GMT -5
"Well, I was a hooker," said Adrien, still a little oblivious. "I asked... you know, I tried to pick him up. Well." He looked vaguely discomfited, naturally. "Well, he beat the shit outta me. But this is the first time my fingers've been broken."
He looked down at them, then up to Dan with a lopsided, faint little smile. "At least it's not the hand I need most, right?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 17, 2011 23:39:36 GMT -5
Dan nodded, he figured it was something like that.
When he recounted the story, Dan cringed, definitely something Rorschach could do.
Of course when he finished talking, the redness that had been in his cheeks returned.
"And uh, that's the important part."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 17, 2011 23:40:48 GMT -5
Still looking absently at his own hand, he said, "Dan?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 17, 2011 23:41:24 GMT -5
"Yea?"
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