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A heap of gay

Location: The Cravat
Time: Out of time

Seeing Gabe and Jeannot emerging from within the closet with the cot, Watson took hold of the center section. "Do you mind if I assist you?" He asked, all calm British cordiality.


Jan. 24th, 2007 10:45 pm (UTC)
Gabe took Jeannot's hand in his and turned his head to kiss his love's palm. "If you didn't want me to leave," he said, looking at Jeannot very seriously, "you ought to have said. And, besides, if I'm ever away from you for very long it's probably not by my own choice." He smiled at kissed Jeannot's forehead. "It was a very silly notion."
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Jan. 24th, 2007 11:31 pm (UTC)
"You're flattering me again, aren't you?" Gabe asked, not really minding, and closed his eyes, content. "And you're allowed to be foolish over whomever you like," he added, tiredly. "It's endearing."
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Jan. 25th, 2007 01:54 am (UTC)
Gabe sighed as Jeannot moved away from him, wanting to stay close, though he had to admit that he was looking forward to curling up next to his love in a freshly made bed. "Oh," he said, remembering half the reason he'd left in the first place, "I found you a sketchbook and some pencils. They're in the bundle, somewhere, if you want them."
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Jan. 25th, 2007 04:06 am (UTC)
"It's nothing," Gabe replied, moving to the other side of the bed to help. "I would've taken the time to find charcoal, like you wanted, but I didn't want to be gone too long and then pencils were the first thing I spotted. I'm sure there's some in there, though." He smiled over the bed at Jeannot. "I can't remember the last time I had another pair of hands helping me make a bed. It must've been just before I got my own apartment."
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Jan. 25th, 2007 04:28 am (UTC)
"Quite different," Gabe said, smoothing the sheet thoughtfully. "So different I honestly don't know where to start. There's more people, and more kinds of people, and I think they're all slightly angrier." He laughed. "And there's cars, of course, so there's always a constant, underlying din from traffic and car-horns and then there's the smog, which I could describe forever, I think." He paused. "It sounds rather hellish, from that description, doesn't it?"
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Jan. 25th, 2007 04:49 am (UTC)
"I keep forgetting that you don't have those," Gabe said, and paused for a moment, considering how best to explain them. "Cars are like..." he started, but then stopped again. "Imagine a carriage that moves without horses and is steered from inside," he managed. "Though they are a bit more complex than I'm making them out to be. They come in all sorts of sizes and colours and brands and so on." He waved, dismissing all of those complexities. "No one uses horses, anymore, except for sport and, I suppose, on some old fashioned farms or tourist traps." He shrugged. "I don't own one. It's not really practical, in the City, and I honestly haven't driven in years. You don't forget, though. It's rather like riding a bike in that respect." He shrugged and lifted up on corner of the mattress to tuck everything firmly in.
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Jan. 26th, 2007 02:53 am (UTC)
Gabe was quite happy to be pulled onto the bed and snuggled close to Jeannot, wrapping his arms around him. "Friends have been in short supply, lately," he said, slightly sadly. "They keep moving and, quite frankly, an alarming amount of them keep dying." He sighed and shifted even closer. "But my job is nice," he continued, trying to lighten the subject. "My boss, Meg, has had me working for her for a good three years now, and she's more a friend than anything else. And there's the regulars and everything, plus I just get to see interesting people come and go and don't have to do much." He yawned. "I usually work with Josh. He's, well... He's Joshy," he finished, lamely. "And as for where I live, my apartment isn't really much to look at. It's not really home, anyway." He smiled at Jeannot and kissed him softly. "You are."
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Jan. 26th, 2007 04:05 am (UTC)
"Always," Gabe replied without a moment's hesitation and leaned in to kiss his love gently. He pulled away after a moment and smiled at Jeannot, his eyes bright. "When I fall in love I don't just stop." He laughed. "It would've made the last few years much easier if I did."
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