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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 19:29:48 GMT -5
"Well, you asked me to keep this a secret," he said, and paused. "I thought the reason you didn't want to sleep with me was because you didn't want anyone to know. But if you can just keep things secret, then..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 19:32:40 GMT -5
"It's already bad enough that I've brought you home!" Veidt interjected. "I'm your employer, for starters- and it sounds to me like you've had quite enough of that."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 19:53:47 GMT -5
Adrien pondered this. "So it's not what other people would say, then?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 19:54:53 GMT -5
"That part doesn't help," Veidt said quickly, "but- look. How many times has this happened to you?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 20:38:20 GMT -5
He looked at Adrian, that golden god, with his beautiful house on the river and his genetically engineered beast. Adrian, who spoke to him about his own past hangups on older men who went back to their wives or offered him a pallet on their floor in exchange for a suck, and then talked to him about the philosophy that had drug him out of that. Who told him about Alexander the Great and told him to shut his eyes and listen to his breathing and breathed in time with him. Adrian, who could invite him here and offer him wine and let him get naked underneath one of his own robes, and still have no idea how Adrien felt.
"It's never happened," he said softly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 20:40:30 GMT -5
"You've never been hauled into a compromising position by an employer?" Veidt asked darkly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 20:51:38 GMT -5
"I've never had an employer who was nice," he laughed shakily.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 20:55:25 GMT -5
"I'm probably not as nice as you think I am," Veidt said, with a sad laugh, "though God knows I try."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 20:59:22 GMT -5
"I'm probably not as deserving as you think I am," said Adrien. He leaned his cheek on his knee and looked at Veidt wryly, sideways.
"Well, sir, I was promised wine."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 21:03:11 GMT -5
Veidt laughed again.
"Fair enough. I'm more of a red person, I hope you don't mind that..."
He returned a moment later with two glasses, one rather pinker, and gave the darker one to Adrien before sitting opposite him.
"I haven't had it straight in years," he admitted, lifting his own glass demonstratively. "They very rarely drank it straight in the ancient world to begin with, you know."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 21:04:37 GMT -5
"Gonna tell me some more boring shit?" he asked agreeably. He seemed so comfortable and even graceful sitting there one would think he was either Veidt's lover of five years, or wearing a goddamn Armani suit.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 21:05:30 GMT -5
"Not with that attitude," Veidt said from behind the rim of his glass.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 21:07:39 GMT -5
He pouted with an exaggerated prettiness that might have suggested contrition, in a breathy tone of voice. "It is no good, monsieur, I dropped out of school and my manners are very unrefined."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 10, 2020 21:09:30 GMT -5
"You know, I could just as easily pay for you to take some community college classes as anything else," said Veidt, carefully avoiding that pout.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 10, 2020 21:13:06 GMT -5
The pout became rather a good deal more unintentional.
"I didn't like school," he said. "And you make me feel sixteen by saying that. Ugh."
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