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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 20:13:55 GMT -5
*Oh, of course. Tastes. Nicolae, tried to sort through his own thoughts quickly, not wanting the man to tired of waiting on him. It should be an easy question after all. So why was no solution presenting itself? Finally, he lifted his hands in some vague gesture of surrender, a timid smile offered to smooth over his confession.*
"Anything is fine. I am sure...I cannot know all Paris...has to do." *The smile strengthened a little, a promise that he would do his best to be a good sport. After all, a violinist's interests were probably similar enough to his (or at least his father's) that he would manage well enough.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 20:20:49 GMT -5
"Excellent," said Ghislain, having already thought of precisely where he planned on taking him, before he'd even asked Nicolae's interests. What man couldn't find some enjoyment at a cabaret? "Are you free tonight?"
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 20:24:37 GMT -5
*Nicolae's eyes darted about, as if he had any reason to think he'd have some other commitment. He was always free. Even if the Hungarian had plans to stop by, he'd made it quite clear it would not be in the evenings.
He nodded sheepishly, stray locks falling about his eyes.*
"Yes. If that is good. For you." *He was fighting to stay calm enough to communicate, but it was difficult to not be excited by the potential of actually having plans.*
"Where? For the meeting?" *He grimaced slightly at himself.* "Where would you like to meet?" *He spoke the words slowly, focused on the proper grammar.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 20:31:07 GMT -5
"Oh, anywhere. Your place.... my place...." He tilted his head up again. "The Opera, for example," he said in clearer tones, as though he had nothing to lose.
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 20:42:40 GMT -5
"Oh..." *Nicolae blinked, trying to figure out what would be best. He looked back up to the fellow questioningly.*
"When? That is to say, here is fine. If it is to be...after the work." *He shrugged, ducking again.* "Or at my studio...if it is to be later." *He hated to impose travel on the man, but he worried he would get lost wandering Paris.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 20:55:45 GMT -5
"Oh, you have a studio?"
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 20:59:59 GMT -5
*Nicolae tucked some stray hair behind his ear, shrugging shyly at his question.*
"I...It is not much. But a small room for me. For painting." *And living, he was too embarrassed to confess. He should be able to afford a proper room in addition to his studio eventually, but he had wanted to splurge on the space, so he was relegated to an old mattress in the far corner of the studio. At least he'd rigged a crude curtain for that side, so any sitters wouldn't have to see it.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 21:01:57 GMT -5
"Do you receive a great many visitors?" asked Ghislain, watching him closely.
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 21:06:01 GMT -5
*Nicolae felt the weight of the fellow's gaze and it made him squirm unconfortably. What was the right answer to that? He didn't want to come across as someone that undertook promiscuous affairs, but it was rather pathetic to never be called on... It is your place of employment, he reminded himself and stilled a bit.*
"I...I have the occasional sitter." *It was mostly the truth, wasn't it? It wasn't as if he hadn't had anyone over. Just...not with any regularity.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 21:29:25 GMT -5
"What an extreme pity. Let's pick you up there, shall I? I mean, what better place?" He gave a slightly-forced little bell-peal of a laugh.
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 21:37:12 GMT -5
*The laugh unnerved him, but Nicolae managed to keep his smile.*
"Very well." *He knelt deftly, rummaging through his supply box and withdrawing a scrap of paper and the nub of a pencil. Using the stool to write on, he copied out the address. Though the materials were crude, the penmanship was lovely. It was obvious it was something that had been stressed in his life.
He held it up to Ghislain, still crouched beneath him.*
"Here." *He offered.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 21:39:59 GMT -5
Ghislain took the scrap and leaned on the other man's shoulder while musing over the address, lazily repeating it out loud to be quite certain, though of course Nicolae's handwriting was too good for this to be a question. "That right?"
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 21:43:24 GMT -5
"Yes?" *Nicolae seemed confused you know, a rather normal state of being for him, the situation only more perplexing for the contact of the fellow's hand on him. But he hadn't meant it to actually be a question and so he clarified.*
"Yes." *He wondered if the man would move. The pressure was a little uncomfortable and it made it impossible for Nicolae to stand without brushing him off impolitely.*
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 3, 2011 21:46:28 GMT -5
"Gotcha."
He slid the note into an inside pocket and named an hour, brushing the forefinger of the hand that had been holding the note gently over his cheekbone.
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Post by Nicolae on Apr 3, 2011 22:04:50 GMT -5
*Nicolae shivered at the violinist's touch. It was unnerving and a bit too familiar in a way that he could not fully process. He didn't want to think about it, it was probably just a French thing, but then again he was still pinned down by the man's other hand. It made it hard not to focus on the details of their contact. The time and place had been set, surely there would be no need to keep him. Try as he might, Nicolae just couldn't make sense of it. He was at the man's mercy, unsure of how to proceed.*
"I will be there." *He assured the man, as if that might free him. His smile was slightly strained, his knees complaining at the uncomfortable position.*
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