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knightofmercury) wrote2011-02-07 01:59 pm
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OOMM: The Crossing Star (Frederick and Alec)
Frederick is leaning against the bar at the Crossing Star, idly watching the colorful bustle going on around him, while the barkeep fetches his drink. It's rather busy tonight, the sort of night when you could think you saw someone you recognized, then quickly lose track of them. Which has happened to Frederick more than once already, as his glance has been darting around—there are always too many faces in a place like this that are at least somewhat familiar to him.
He's here alone tonight. No one at Dawnbright seemed to want to come with him.
He's here alone tonight. No one at Dawnbright seemed to want to come with him.
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Sour look.
"And I don't wish to get married either."
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ie. Girls are icky.
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"The attraction to what, specifically?" he asks, eyeing Alec. "Marriage? Or the company of a woman?"
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"What about romance?" he asks. "Does that disgust you?"
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At least he's honest.
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"You do realize you can have it without either, don't you?" he purrs, in a low voice so as not to be heard by anyone not sitting at the table. "Marriage and women, I mean."
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At all.
"You can?"
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"Of course you can."
He watches, and waits for that to sink in.
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"OH. oh. Well. Oh. Oh.. . "
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"I'd elaborate, but some of the details aren't considered fit for discussion among polite society. But I'm certain you catch my drift?"
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"Do you consider this polite company?"
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"Should I consider you polite company?" he asks, amused and curious.
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It's really new territory for him where they're going, but he's interested and curious. Fredrick seems nice enough, but he's never been known for his taste in any reality.
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Frederick knows exactly what Alec is asking, but he's going to toy with him a bit, dancing around the issue. He smiles innocently.
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Frederick leans back in his chair, crossing his legs.
"So tell me, where are you staying currently?"
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He names a semi-upper class neighborhood of which someone else beyond the mun would know what they meant.
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"I've been there-- that's a lovely little part of London," he says. "I suppose your godfather was told to keep an eye on you. I hope he hasn't burdened you with a curfew or any ridiculous thing like that?"
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"It took forever to convince him I didn't need a chaperon."
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"That's a shame. I suppose he would notice if you were absent for too long?"
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