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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 16:12:05 GMT -5
"I was serious about the landlord, by the way," Veidt added, rather more seriously, as he started pulling off his blazer and hanging it on the back of a nearby chair. "Really, if there's anything you need help with, anything at all-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 16:20:34 GMT -5
"Well," Adrien said innocently, "there is this awful cramp in my neck -"
He feigned all the motions of it.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 16:27:59 GMT -5
"I can give you a massager," Veidt said flatly, but he laughed after the moment had passed. "Is there anything you've needed on a more long-term basis?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 16:35:00 GMT -5
"Nah," said Adrien, in some bafflement. He paused, then went back out to the hallway to take off his shoes.
"Do you have like a robe? My clothes are wet," he called into the next room.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 16:36:55 GMT -5
"Oh, sure- give me a moment-"
He arrived a moment later with one slung over his arm and leaned against the wall.
"Have you had a chance to take advantage of the health package yet?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 16:39:28 GMT -5
Adrien started peeling his shirt off, leaving him distressingly damp with his wet hair sticking up on the sides. It was more apparent than ever that his rampant immodesty was not an inherent flirtation.
"Nah," he'd said again, muffled by the shirt over his head. "I'm in great health."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 16:43:37 GMT -5
Veidt turned away, eyes briefly widening.
"Dental work, then- no, never mind. Your teeth are perfect, as far as I can tell-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 17:22:26 GMT -5
"Wanna inspect me, like a gift horse?" He clearly was misinformed on that English expression. With some respect for Veidt's delicate sensibilities, Adrien pulled the robe around himself before shucking out of his jeans - and everything else, clearly enough. He looked like an unfortunate photograph with an older man's too-big robe slipping off his shoulder, curling lazily in a chair with one folded leg hidden and the other poking through the folds of the robe. "I'm swimming in this."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 17:26:38 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't have anything your size hanging around except you."
He grinned at his own joke. but there was a vague note of discomfort in it.
"Please don't let word of this get around," he said, a little more solemnly this time. "I don't think either of us are ready for that particular scandal."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 18:48:08 GMT -5
"I am ready for anything," said the younger man haughtily. "But I can protect you. It's nothing to me."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 19:02:43 GMT -5
Veidt laughed at that- full-throated and warm.
"Of course, of course. How pointless for me to worry."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 19:03:44 GMT -5
"Well, no. I mean, you stand to lose money," said Adrien pragmatically.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 19:27:11 GMT -5
"Mm, right. That can't happen until at least next year."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 19:28:02 GMT -5
"Can I ask you something? Something frank. About sex."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 19:28:38 GMT -5
Veidt paused.
"I suppose that depends on what it is."
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