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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 16, 2014 20:03:31 GMT -5
"You know, sweeting," Herbert said from what looked suspiciously like a fainting couch, though he was nowhere near fainting. In fact, he was looking uncommonly, almost humorously prim, with his hair pulled back neatly from the temples and falling smoothly over his shoulders, his glasses perched on his nose, and most of the lower three quarters of his long face hidden behind the pop-psychology book he was currently reading. "You know. We don't go out much anymore."
It was all of eight PM, and a kind of smoky blue outside at best.
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 16, 2014 20:10:52 GMT -5
Alex was lying on the ground like a sack of potatoes with a pair of unplugged Walkman headphones around his neck and a yellow legal pad covered in smudged Greek. He spent a lot of time horizontal on the ground for a person who wasn't immensely tall to begin with.
"Huh? Pardon?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 16, 2014 20:13:58 GMT -5
"I said, we don't go out much anymore," said Herbert.
He didn't have to add why; his father had been rather emphatic on providing Herbert with blood that came in little plastic sacks and had been warmed in a pot of boiling water ("like a baby bottle," Herbert said contemptuously) under the pretext that this would keep Herbert from having to leave and endanger himself any further.
He bounced his eyebrows over the author's large gold-embossed name. His father also wasn't here tonight.
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 16, 2014 20:25:07 GMT -5
"Well, where do you want to go? What's in at the movies? I don't even know who's in the movies any more," Alex said dolefully, rolling over. "At Hampden we never went."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 16, 2014 20:26:04 GMT -5
"I'm not allowed at the movies," Herbert grumbled, "unless you want to go see a- a blue picture."
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 16, 2014 20:33:01 GMT -5
"Are you sure? Not anywhere?"
Mildly concerned, he began to inch over closer to the furniture like a large, skittish worm.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 16, 2014 20:34:57 GMT -5
"Well, maybe in some of the... dirtier houses," Herbert admitted, "where rats crawl over you while you sit there. I had my fill of rats working nights."
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 16, 2014 20:43:28 GMT -5
"I've never been anywhere like that-- that's awful. It's discriminatory. This city is such a dump, sheesh."
He gave up and sat up to lean his head against Herbert's ankles.
"Are there any clubs that aren't terrible?" His voice was a little louder for this part.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 16, 2014 20:48:20 GMT -5
"Well, they're not very respectable," Herbert laughed, rubbing an ankle against the still-slightly-spiky back of Alex's head. "And you might have trouble getting in there. You're still young, dear."
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 16, 2014 20:50:10 GMT -5
"I wouldn't think a shady place would really care. I could wear a big coat and sit on your shoulders, I don't know."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 16, 2014 21:04:28 GMT -5
"That'd look preposterous-"
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 16, 2014 21:08:02 GMT -5
"Yeehaw. We could give it a try, normally I mean-- we need to do something fun."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 16, 2014 21:09:05 GMT -5
"I don't know when Vati will be home-"
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 16, 2014 21:10:42 GMT -5
"How long is a porn? We could probably hurry back--"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 16, 2014 21:15:09 GMT -5
"We can watch a pornography here," Herbert wailed, casting his book (which was apparently about raising self-reliant daughters) down on the floor. "There's nothing special about going out to watch poor actors get each other all sticky-"
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