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FML
Mar 17, 2011 23:38:18 GMT -5
Post by Megan on Mar 17, 2011 23:38:18 GMT -5
"I just hope we're safe from Jon."
She paused.
"And Adrian..."
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FML
Mar 17, 2011 23:42:19 GMT -5
Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 17, 2011 23:42:19 GMT -5
"We are, Jon's off to do whatever it is that Jon does and Adrian. I don't think Adrian will ever be a problem again."
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FML
Mar 17, 2011 23:55:02 GMT -5
Post by Megan on Mar 17, 2011 23:55:02 GMT -5
Megan smiled weakly.
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FML
Mar 18, 2011 0:03:14 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 0:03:14 GMT -5
A touseled blond head peeked in through the doorway, trying to be unobtrusive even though there was something faintly reminiscent of agitation in Adrien's manner.
"Wot eez zat you-eur talkeeng about?" he asked in a muzzy voice, sounding, as usual, as though he'd been doing a spot of crying, his clothes wrinkled as though he'd slept in them recently.
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FML
Mar 18, 2011 0:05:58 GMT -5
Post by Megan on Mar 18, 2011 0:05:58 GMT -5
"...hey, kid," Megan said uncomfortably.
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FML
Mar 18, 2011 0:07:33 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 0:07:33 GMT -5
Adrien's mouth tensed slightly. "Why would 'e 'ire you?" he asked pointedly, giving up all pretense of not-having-quite-heard.
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FML
Mar 18, 2011 0:10:46 GMT -5
Post by Megan on Mar 18, 2011 0:10:46 GMT -5
"Probably to keep an eye on me," Megan said darkly.
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Mar 18, 2011 0:16:29 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 0:16:29 GMT -5
"Why does 'e want to look at you?" he said crossly.
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FML
Mar 18, 2011 0:19:56 GMT -5
Post by Megan on Mar 18, 2011 0:19:56 GMT -5
"God, I don't- you know I thought he was keeping you prisoner and beating you and shit, right?"
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FML
Mar 18, 2011 0:24:11 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 0:24:11 GMT -5
Adrien made a suspiciously diva-like tttsk! noise.
"Zen why would I always look perfect? No bruises! Sheesh."
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FML
Mar 18, 2011 0:25:35 GMT -5
Post by Megan on Mar 18, 2011 0:25:35 GMT -5
"Look, I was just trying to help you-"
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FML
Mar 18, 2011 0:27:53 GMT -5
Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Mar 18, 2011 0:27:53 GMT -5
Dan looked between them "Please-"
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FML
Mar 18, 2011 0:28:24 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 0:28:24 GMT -5
Adrien drew himself to his full height, which was not very much, particularly beside Dan and Megan. "Well," he said, a lttle imperiously, "I am vairy up-fed wiss all zees 'for you-eur good'-ness. I sought you would be too."
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FML
Mar 18, 2011 0:30:35 GMT -5
Post by Megan on Mar 18, 2011 0:30:35 GMT -5
"If you walked in on a crying kid with a creepy husband holding him and acting like it's no big deal as he's planning on killing people-"
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FML
Mar 18, 2011 0:35:24 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 18, 2011 0:35:24 GMT -5
"I am NOT a 'kid'!" He informed her. "I am nineteen. I am going 'ome now."
He continued to look like very entitlted royalty for a moment before his eyes moved over to Dan and his courage broke, and he did indeed look like a hesitant kid.
"....Ssank you, fo-eur letteeng me stay 'ere."
He lingered a moment longer in the doorway, then flitted out to get his shoes and go.
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