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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 18, 2014 22:59:36 GMT -5
"I figured you might not," Alex said, embarrassed. "We can pick a day if you want. We could do anniversary presents?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 18, 2014 23:01:28 GMT -5
"It's... the 18th of May," Herbert said slowly. He beamed. "See, I remember, I just haven't had to in a long while."
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 18, 2014 23:03:02 GMT -5
Alex reached over to give him a pat.
"May's a good month!"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 18, 2014 23:03:44 GMT -5
"May was last month," Herbert said, with a wistful little grin.
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 18, 2014 23:04:58 GMT -5
"Was it? Fuck! Tonight can be part of your birthday party."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 18, 2014 23:06:59 GMT -5
Herbert covered his mouth with both hands.
"Oh-"
He jumped up again and started digging through his dresser for the bottle of perfume.
"Let's go to the Ruby, dear, they'll let me in, and they have a dancing troupe that performs there."
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 18, 2014 23:10:07 GMT -5
"Ooooh."
Alex turned away and got busily involved in packing, which was always a lot trickier than actually choosing the rest of the outfit, especially if there would be dancing. Though who knew what dancing necessarily entailed to Herbert, he had a wide frame of reference and New York was quite a place. As long as he knew the way to get there or where to hail a cab it would probably be all right.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 23, 2014 22:58:19 GMT -5
"Here- you wear mine. I'll steal something of Vati's," Herbert said, grinning wickedly. "He still sleeps in a coffin, you know- have you seen?"
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 23, 2014 23:00:42 GMT -5
Alex hobbled over and tried to give Herbert a smooch.
"No, I haven't. What's it like? Is it lined?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 23, 2014 23:02:01 GMT -5
"Let's go look," Herbert whispered,.widening his eyes.
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Post by Alex Regan on Apr 24, 2014 0:15:25 GMT -5
"You devil. Won't he mind?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on May 10, 2014 19:35:58 GMT -5
"Oh, he doesn't mind much. He's a very permissive sort of Vati, you know."
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Post by Alex Regan on May 18, 2014 0:28:26 GMT -5
(He made a laugh that was also a snort. It made sense, though, that dads got used to this -- the sense that Herbert had been like this for a long time, not just in a generalized sense but in most specifics, was a strong one, even if he hadn't always been so degraded.)
"Aw, sweet lumps. Maybe we can get him a card." Alex turned again for one last nervous survey of himself, turning sideways and trying to scrutinize various exciting contours. "Now, I don't bulge where I shouldn't bulge, but I do bulge where I should bulge? Which is nice--"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on May 18, 2014 0:34:33 GMT -5
"I'd grab it, but I don't want to make it go all wonky," Herbert said nonchalantly.
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Post by Alex Regan on May 18, 2014 0:35:54 GMT -5
"Safety pins, buddy! It's a work of genius."
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