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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 1:07:50 GMT -5
Try though Adrian might have at rousing him, Adrien had been little more than a ghost for a few days, only seen a couple of times around dinnertime, which they each prepared and ate separately, where his conversation was cordial, soft-spoken, distant and polite; the rest of the time was spent in his room or taking very long baths.
Three days later Adrien was sitting on the couch and reading a magazine when Adrian came home from work. It was the first time he'd been seen out and about, though he didn't look much more personable.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 1:10:45 GMT -5
Adrian shut the door behind himself.
"Adrien?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 1:15:04 GMT -5
He looked up silently.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 1:18:52 GMT -5
Adrian silently held up his right arm as if in greeting.
There was a full prosthesis there now, similar to the onetime partial implant but a bit sturdier-looking despite having the same ever so slightly elongated and inhuman fingers. It vanished into his sleeve, indicating that it somehow covered the stump of his wrist.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 1:23:04 GMT -5
He looked mildly surprised, but the fact that he stood and crossed to see his hand was itself a vast improvement over the way things had been.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 1:26:01 GMT -5
"It's an alternate model. It's removable at night, won't risk infection..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 1:31:19 GMT -5
"I remember when you got the first one and only showed it to me as an afterthought. You showed it to Bubastis first."
He touched it. He could hardly remember what Adrian's flesh and bone right hand had been like, he'd so gotten used to the inhuman one that he'd begun to see it as natural. A fitting metaphor.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 1:37:02 GMT -5
"Bubastis would have felt threatened by it."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 1:51:26 GMT -5
"She nosed it."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 1:52:02 GMT -5
"She was investigating."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 1:54:20 GMT -5
"You didn't show it to me until I asked, though we'd been walking in the hallway before we entered the room where Miss Bubastis was in the first place," he responded icily.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 1:55:08 GMT -5
"I thought it would frighten you-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 2:01:31 GMT -5
"I'd been waiting for you to come out for so long I fell asleep on the floor -"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 2:09:02 GMT -5
"Adrien, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I loved you then-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 2:10:22 GMT -5
"You know, I don't think you did love me then," he countered, voice rising a bit. "Because I told you that night that I loved you and you said you couldn't possibly love me, though I was very nice -"
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