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 Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 10:25 pm
Frank walked in with his composure straightened. "I sure hope I am not interrupting any conversation." Franky looked over at Mallroy to let him know that he had read his thoughts, there was apology in his eyes. Franky only did so in order not to interrupt and in emergency situations.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 10:38 pm
"You are so full of energy. You seem unable to stay still. In comparison your companions still sleep." Mallory changes the subject, clearing his mind of escorts, host clubs, fishnets and the like. It was not really thinking of those things that he feared, no. Mallory feared his own thoughts and reactions, the fleeting ideas that he was able to crush quickly without revealing to Lance, but what of Franky? He only briefly met Franky's eyes, uncomfortable with the clear knowledge that Franky had seen his thoughts. And just how much had he gleaned from them? How could Mallory even begin to know? There were some thoughts Mallory preferred to keep to himself and it disquieted him that they could already be known. "I trust you slept well, Franky." He says a little stiffly, awkward with the pretense that all is well.
For once in his adult life, Alphonse was without words. Alexia had seemed horrified and offended when he suggested she dispose of the figures. This boy had simply demanded she do so with not an ounce of cajoling and Alexia acquiesced without complaint. It was strange to see from a woman he had always thought took orders from no one. He found he could only watch Nate walk away with his eyebrows lodged a notch above their normal resting position.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 10:41 pm
Franky nodded quietly. "Mind following me out in the hall Sir Mallory? I need to talk to you, it is not bad." He could see the nervousness in his speech. Franky was not a bad guy, he did not think so. He was highly thought of, in fact.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 10:48 pm
"Yes, of course. Pardonner, Monsieur Lance. I will return shortly." Mallory rose from his seat to follow Franky as he was bid. He said nothing more, not even when they were in the hall. He instead waited for Franky to speak, still not quite meeting his eyes. He hoped it to be something inconsequential. Perhaps Franky just needed something from him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 10:50 pm
Lance watched as they left. "I'll wait for you forever!" He called jokeingly. HE was silent after that. He walked to the closed door and stood beside it waiting to suprize Mal when he came back. It would be interesting.{edited}
Al then pulled the card-board box in front of her and opened it, it was full of photographs. He pulled out a stack and started to sort them be fore looking up to see Alphonse's bewildered face. "Are you all right?" She asked sounding worried. "Do you need anything?" She set her stack down and held out a hand for him to take.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 10:52 pm
((we are in the hall already.))
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 11:13 pm
"I am perfectly alright. Do not worry you pretty little head for me." Alphonse smiles, enveloping her hand in both of his. He did not explain his surprise; he could see no benefit to doing so. It was more likely to make the situation awkward. And really, was it not awkward enough to be chatting up Alexia in her bedroom with three other men circling about like vultures?
Mallory still waited quietly, though Lance's words did surprise a small smile from him. What a strange and intriguing man.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 11:18 pm
"Well, at first I was wondering if I would have some food. But now, I am thinking I should talk to your father. No self respecting man would sink to even going out to dinner with a man more than half his age whom he does not know. How do you think your father would feel if he heard your thoughts such as I can?" Franky stared at him questioningly. "Also, I only read minds for important information and to not intrude on conversations."
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 11:30 pm
"Then why are you in my mind? What important information could you possibly need from me that you think I would not give if you only asked? I have withheld nothing from you outside the most personal of thoughts which each man hides within. What reason do you have to delve into those?" Mallory found it took an effort to keep his voice low and even. His hands were clenched impotently at his sides. "You ask how my father would feel. Ask him yourself. See how much he cares. Or is it your preference to sift through his mind until you've found an answer? I will save you the trouble; my father cares not what I do so long as I stay here as he has instructed me. He does not care for me. It gives him some perverse pleasure I cannot imagine to pretend that he does. Besides which, your concern is premature. Regardless of what Lance may or may not 'sink' to do, I have no intention of purchasing his services. I would like it very much if you left me now."
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 11:48 pm
"Ihave intended no harm. You are my freind, I thought we had established that. But come, I did no intent to break our trust, I wander into thoughts merrily on accident sometimes to. My mind is impatient, ask many others. Even your father would know."
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 11:58 pm
Mallory unclenched his fists and slumped against the wall, his anger leaving him as quickly as it had come upon him. "Be that as it may, you cannot ask me to be glad that you not only wander into my mind, but choose to lecture me on the company I keep. Lance interests me. He shocks me and makes me laugh. For that, you feel a need to discuss with my father a matter that is no more his business than it is yours. If we are to be friends you must give me the same respect I would give to you, Franky. I will not be scolded like a child. I will not have my thoughts and actions scrutinized. Please understand this." And yet, Mallory was not certain Franky could understand. "You wish for food. I will show you to the kitchen. And then, however it may displease you, I will return to Lance. You may talk to whoever you like about it if you feel you must." Mallory pushes away from the wall and stalks toward the kitchen.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 12:11 am
"I do not care whether or not you talk to Lance. It is not my problem. I care who you become, I don't want you to be a mess-up and I can see you have great potential to be something great. You are polite even with people like me, and that is alot. I am not scolding you, just reprimanding you of who you are. Get it?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 12:21 am
"Non, monsieur. I do not think that I 'get it' at all, as you say. I am who I am; the people I know will not change the person I am to be. If I am to be a delinquent, as you fear, then it will be my own doing, not the result of 'hanging with the wrong crowd' or any other such nonsense." Mallory gestures Franky into the kitchen. "Please, help yourself. I will leave you to it." Mallory was no longer angry, but he was still disappointed and put into a sour mood. He composed his features into a careful neutral as he returned to the parlour and went inside.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 12:27 am
Franky growled, cursed and searched the cabinets. "He will learn, they always do. If they did not we would all be dead, and he knows it. He will have to if he wishes to continue along with his life." He grabbed a can of something and some eggs and cooked them, then dug in.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 7:50 am
As soon as the door opened Lance jumped into the hug. "Welcome back!" He exclaimed lifting the boy slightly off the ground before setting him back on his feet and stepping back. "What did Frank need?" He asked wondering what would be so important that they would have to leave the room. He walked back to his seat and waited for Mal to do the same before he sat down. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked worried that he would be told to leave again. "I'll fix it. Just tell me what I did, no need to inform Nathaniel. Right?" He laughed nervously. Clearly he had a history for breaking the rules and regulations set out by The head of the household.
"You don't look all right." She said and took her hand back to take up the stack of photographs once more. "Please tell me, I can tell it's not nothing." She did not look back up at him but focused on her work. Before he three piles started to emerge. Each of a different portion in her life. One, the shortest pile was of her human years. Most were taken in what looked like a library. The second pile was mostly photos of the Coven she had stayed with for the first ten years of her vampiric life. The third was of her time in the safe house.
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