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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 20, 2019 19:16:43 GMT -5
“You say that as though you haven’t already.”
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 20, 2019 19:17:45 GMT -5
"You're giving me mixed signals on how to proceed with that," he said in exasperation.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 20, 2019 19:28:12 GMT -5
“Perhaps we should just end that line of thought,” he suggested, gently but firmly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 20, 2019 19:28:59 GMT -5
"You said that before and then you started up again. I don't even think you know what you want."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 20, 2019 19:36:06 GMT -5
Adrian hesitated, and sighed.
“It doesn’t matter what I want.”
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 20, 2019 19:45:51 GMT -5
Adrien felt something strange and unusual. He was used to pitying older guys with good hair and great arms and wanting to comfort them; that part wasn't new. It was realizing this was a much less coddling feeling that took some getting used it.
He reached over the desk, waiting to be forbidden, and when he wasn't, took up his file and glanced at it, then set it down again. As he did he let the smallest finger of his left hand fall over Veidt's right thumb, barely a pressure on the knuckle.
"You said you were rusty," he said softly, his voice more of a question than a purr. "Usually when things rust, you want to oil them."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 21, 2019 9:18:35 GMT -5
Veidt’s eyes drifted from their just barely joined hands to Adrien’s eyes, lips slightly parted and brow furrowed. They stayed that way for a moment, and then he gently withdrew his hand and tucked it behind his back.
“Please understand, it’s nothing personal,” he said softly. “I don’t... I don’t want to be yet another predator on your good intentions. I’m sorry.”
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 21, 2019 9:46:56 GMT -5
Adrien took a moment, then he glibly shrugged and flashed Veidt a pretty smile.
"I'm not offended," he said lightly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 21, 2019 9:50:14 GMT -5
“Thank you,” he said, his smile widening. His upper teeth were perfect, but the lowers were a little crooked.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 21, 2019 9:51:24 GMT -5
"You really want me to work in your department?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 21, 2019 10:04:56 GMT -5
“I do.”
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 21, 2019 10:06:15 GMT -5
"Just because you want me to keep my jeans on?"
In his accent, this was impeccably funny phrasing.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 21, 2019 11:26:01 GMT -5
“Ideally, yes.”
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 21, 2019 11:29:22 GMT -5
"Seriously?"
He sank back into his chair.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 21, 2019 11:36:28 GMT -5
"It's for your own good as much as anything."
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