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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 16, 2009 19:05:38 GMT -5
Somehow Eros heard that over the noises of the shop, and more specifically, the low huffing and grunting sounds the dog was making as she gnawed. He turned his eyes aside to Michael and arched one brow slightly. "If you hadn't noticed, she's had her nose in inappropriate places on my person multiple times. I believe anyone who isn't into bestiality would feel the same."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 16, 2009 19:11:33 GMT -5
Dare's brows arched again as he pulled his gaze from Michael over to Eros. Some of his reflexive dislike for the man eased. "I think you're right, he said, in the same loud whisper Michael had used. "She's normally a pretty good judge of character," he said, aiming it at Eros this time. He'd let Eros decide what he meant by that, but Michael would at least have an idea. Michael knew all about Elouai's favorite place to mark, as well as how the habit had gotten started.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 16, 2009 19:33:59 GMT -5
Michael cut off the laugh that threatened at Dare's comment, refraining himself enough to smile and nod. It was the truth, at least. "She was just saying hello," he said, just keeping himself from saying something along the lines of you should be used to it. His fingers reflexively tightened around Dare's. It was the first time they had spent together in days that didn't have the awkwardness hovering at the edges.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 16, 2009 19:44:09 GMT -5
"I notice she didn't greet you like that," Eros said to Michael's pet. He gave Michael a stern look for his near-laughter, but only for his dignity. He was amused. "Either way, I'll take it as a compliment and hope she chooses less personal greetings in the future." He had a feeling he wouldn't be able to visit without being exposed to the beast. That didn't mean he had to like it, though.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 16, 2009 19:46:55 GMT -5
"She already knows me," Dare explained. He had gotten a nose to the groin on occasion, but it wasn't at all a regular occurrence. He hoped he'd been right in that trace of humor he'd felt. If the guy really was offended, he was sure that high society would be hearing about it. Which wouldn't bother him a bit if Michael's mother wasn't part of that society.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 16, 2009 20:10:41 GMT -5
"It could have been worse than what she did to you," Michael promised, then his eyes flickered over to Dare and then away. No, he hadn't been around to see Elouai's initial greeting to Mano, but he had been around to see her continue to express her thoughts, or at least the thoughts Dare encouraged her to have with treats, at the front of Mano's cafe.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 16, 2009 20:42:22 GMT -5
Eros's lips quirked, Michael's glance at his pet recalling him to what Mano had said. he was out in London walking their dog, who promptly peed on me. "I'd heard tell of that as well," he said. "He only mentioned it briefly, but I must admit that the image amused me." He glanced down at the dog, still grunting, huffing, and chewing away. He tried not to wrinkle his nose, then looked up again.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 16, 2009 20:45:27 GMT -5
Dare's brows arched, and his eyes flicked from where they'd settled on Eros back to Michael. He thought it was funny? Amusing, he corrected himself. He was beginning to like Eros. "She wasn't as well trained then as she is now," he said. Yes, now she was trained very well. So well, in fact, that she couldn't pass the café without wanting to mark the sickly looking plants there.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 16, 2009 21:36:14 GMT -5
Michael's small smile broadened and he nodded, though his mind hovered along with Dare's on the plants in front of Mano's place. "You just need to get to know her," he said, attempting to focus on Eros. But he failed quickly enough and his eyes turned back to Dare. It was so strange to have Eros there, or perhaps, since had spent the last however long with Eros, it was strange to have Dare there. Either way, it was different, but he was actually in a good mood now.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 16, 2009 21:44:58 GMT -5
Eros's brow arched again, and he made no move to look away, despite the nearly nauseating look on Michael's face. He was sure the pet's would follow suit. They seemed attached at the... well, at the hand, for now, though he'd seen them far more intimately pressed together. At least he knew that Michael had some sense of propriety left. A low I'm sure was all he said.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 16, 2009 21:57:20 GMT -5
Eros's prediction was spot-on. Dare hadn't seen Michael so happy in days, not since before that meeting with Kane, so he couldn't help the smile that curved his lips when his eyes caught Michael's. He decided he didn't mind Eros, and didn't notice that the man hadn't said anything. As much as it had started to hurt when he and Michael were together because of all the weight loss, he missed him. He forgot to speak.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 16, 2009 22:07:41 GMT -5
Michael caught the look in Dare's eyes and only the presence of Eros that he could feel there in the room kept him from kissing Dare. He dropped his eyes and opened his lips to speak, but he couldn't think of anything to say. Eros had caught them at a very bad time. Any time they came down from a span of awkwardness was bad, at least for anyone other than them.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 16, 2009 22:39:13 GMT -5
Eros cleared his throat lightly. "I'm terribly sorry to interrupt, but I must be going now. I suppose I should open my shop for a few hours today," he said. "It was delightful talking with you, Michael, and a pleasure meeting you, Alasdair." Eros let their goodbyes be as short as possible, then left. He had a shower to take and clothes to have laundered.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 16, 2009 22:43:25 GMT -5
Dare had been as polite as he could be with as distracted as he was. He'd felt that moment with Michael, and though they'd been without for far longer, his body had still reacted. He tried not to get lost just yet, since the shop was open, and set himself to conversation instead. "Is he for real?" he asked, tilting his head at the door. He couldn't believe that anyone could be like that all the time.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 16, 2009 23:10:17 GMT -5
Michael glanced toward the door and nodded as he looked back at Dare. "Yes, but he's much more tolerable than most of them, plus, he doesn't get along with Emilian." He forced himself to pull away from Dare to close up and go get his things together on the counter. He wanted to kiss Dare, wanted to touch and to be touched and hold and be held, but he hated the idea of doing it when Dare would just be reminded...
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