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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 27, 2013 22:39:26 GMT -5
Herbert sat on the edge of the bed, still in his opera clothes, with his jeweled barette in his hands, which were themselves cupped in his lap. He had been home for about an hour now, and hadn't yet moved.
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Post by Alex Regan on Oct 27, 2013 23:07:24 GMT -5
Alex had gone off to do more dumb stuff and to take off his eye makeup with olive oil. The mirror did a very effective job of reflecting things' true natures, you had to give it that. He was afraid to approach Herbert after what a clusterfuck the show had been and it was completely unfair to be angry at him after he'd had an episode. An episode of what, exactly -- whatever it was it hadn't gotten better as he'd gotten older. Krolock could handle it when this kind of thing happened, presumably after a while. Alex really couldn't.
He bumped the door open with his hip and came in, still shiny.
"Dear."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 27, 2013 23:32:48 GMT -5
Herbert looked up. His own makeup had begun to crack and flake, the illusion of a living complexion fading away after only a few hours on skin that no longer naturally produced the proper oils to bind it there.
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Post by Alex Regan on Oct 27, 2013 23:37:02 GMT -5
"Can I sit by you?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 27, 2013 23:38:48 GMT -5
"Yes," said Herbert. "I would like that."
He patted the bed beside him.
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Post by Alex Regan on Oct 27, 2013 23:40:14 GMT -5
Alex climbed up onto the bed like a very un-merry elf.
"How are you holding up?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 27, 2013 23:41:27 GMT -5
"Well enough," he said in a dull voice. "Did you see this? This was my mama's."
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Post by Alex Regan on Oct 27, 2013 23:46:36 GMT -5
"I saw, dear, I thought it looked very pretty."
Alex kissed him on the side of the head.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 27, 2013 23:47:44 GMT -5
Herbert leaned his face into his hands.
"I only wanted to give him a surprise-"
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Post by Alex Regan on Oct 27, 2013 23:51:57 GMT -5
"Oh no, honey, no, everybody understands that now. Nobody's mad at you. I shouldn't have yelled at you, it's all on me--"
Alex rubbed at the big expanse of his back. It would be pretty easy to span his waist.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 28, 2013 21:59:47 GMT -5
"It's Sarah's fault," he grumbled. "Why did she have to pry?"
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Post by Alex Regan on Oct 28, 2013 22:07:08 GMT -5
"She'd have figured it out anyway if they ever had sex. He's shy. Here, are you wearing an undershirt?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 28, 2013 22:12:27 GMT -5
"No," Herbert giggled. "I hardly ever do."
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Post by Alex Regan on Oct 28, 2013 22:13:27 GMT -5
"Is it okay if I take your shirt off? I want to rub your back."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 28, 2013 22:32:03 GMT -5
"You can cut me up a little bit after-"
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