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Post by Sarandon on Jan 18, 2007 0:50:22 GMT -5
Sarandon tapped his watch, showing Fox that the sermon lasted only 45 minutes, a relatively short time, considering how long Sundays were.
When the sermon was over, Sarandon grabbed Fox's arm. "Well, we'll be off, now. I'll be home before midnight," he promised his mother, ushering Fox off hurriedly, ignoring Mathieu's all too knowing smirk.
Outside, and out of his family's earshot, he sighed. "Come on. Let's go to the Patisserie de la Gare. We can talk there out of the cold."
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 18, 2007 0:59:11 GMT -5
"Am I supposed to understand anything that you say?" Fox said, feeling like his head was spinning. Between what the fellow was preaching about on the altar and his mate's funny way with words, he didn't know what to say or if he was allowed to speak. but he allowed himself to be pulled away from the building.
"However, if you are cold, it is my duty to heat you up," he said matter-of-factly before wrapping his arms about his much shorter mate.
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 18, 2007 1:02:23 GMT -5
"Yes. It's simple, isn't it? I haven't used any long words, or anything. Sarandon didn't understand. "You don't speak English very well, do you?" he finally asked, comprehension dawning. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise. Where are you from?"
He squeaked as Fox wrapped his arms around him and pulled away. "Don't do that! Especially not in public!" he chided. "Do you know how much trouble I could get into? Come on, it's only a few blocks away. We can get coffee, or something." He led the zercan down the street to a nice little cafe.
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 18, 2007 1:04:55 GMT -5
Fox sighed childishly and felt an istrong urge to drag his feet but didn't. Figuring the sooner he could get the kid alone teh sooner he could at least touch him - or so he hoped.
"I am from Zerca and I'll have you know that according to my computer, I speak thsi English gibberish rather well," he said.
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 18, 2007 1:07:39 GMT -5
"Zerca? Where's that?" Sarandon asked, confused. "I've never heard of it. Is it in the States or in Canada?" He went and ordered himself a coffee at the counter, excahnging a few bits of gossip and family news with the girl who was working there. "What do you want?" he asked Fox.
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 18, 2007 1:11:08 GMT -5
"The states?" the Zercan said before shaking his head in the negative for any beverage offered. "I thought you said that this was a place we could talk?"
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 18, 2007 1:13:07 GMT -5
"You know, the United-States. And this is a place we can talk. Go sit down, I'll join you as soon as my drink is ready." He waited for the coffee, then went to join the zercan at the table. "So, um, let's start over about where Zerca is."
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 18, 2007 1:15:07 GMT -5
Fox bristled at being told what to do. He had never liked the feeling, but then he had never been one to muck up a good thing. "Zerca is my home planet. But we are not here to talk about it. You are my mate and I want you with me, it is as simple as that."
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 18, 2007 1:17:25 GMT -5
"Your home planet?" Sarandon quirked an eyebrow. "Ok, that settles it. You are a weirdo." His eyes narrowed. "And why shouldn't we talk about that. I don't know anything about you. Why should I trust you? Or want to stay with you? Didn't your parents ever tell you not to run off with strangers? Talking and getting to know each other is the only way we won't be strangers and the only hope in hell you have of convincing me of anything," he said bluntly.
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 18, 2007 1:20:28 GMT -5
"Well where I am from a mate recognizes the other immediately and pays attention to the way their bodies go off and long for one another. I know you feel it too, not that you seem to be the type of person to acknowledge it," he said dryly, staring out of the window a moment at the passing people.
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 18, 2007 1:22:24 GMT -5
"So what. The relationship stays purely physical and you don't bother to get to know each other before tossing around in the sack? What kind of guy do you think I am?" he asked, indignant. "Besides the fact that my parents already disowned one son for choosing a man as his life partner. I can't disappoint them that way. I'm sorry."
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 18, 2007 1:25:34 GMT -5
Yet again Fox found himself staring at the boy with something akin to shock. He had never once thought his mate would just reject him.
"Then I regret what i must do, little one," he said softly before pressing a button on the box on his hip. "Reiska," he said in his own language, " You will now transfer myself and my mate to my chambers aboard the ship."
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 18, 2007 1:29:00 GMT -5
Sarandon frowned, not sure what was going on. he screamed as the cafe around him seemed to vanish. He looked around him in frightened shock as they rematerialised elsewhere, then backed into a corner where he could easily defend himself. "Ok, who the hell are you and what the hell is going on?" he snarled. So the other hadn't been joking about being an alien, had he? He would have to teach his new 'mate' proper manners, it seemed.
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Post by Fox Savage on Jan 18, 2007 1:33:18 GMT -5
"I am Fox and I am a Zercan," he said, "You are my mate, the other half to me making us a whole. We cannot be without one another now that we have found each other and so, since you did not seem particularly inclined to accept us..." he shrugged. "I gave you a little nudge."
He grinned rakishly and plopped down in a comoftable but exotic looking chair and tilted his head back, watching his mates expressiongs run over his face.
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Post by Sarandon on Jan 18, 2007 1:37:40 GMT -5
"Ok, nudge acknowledged," Sarandon said evenly, deciding to let his mind wrap around the unthinkable later. "So here are a few ground rules that must be agreed on or I will go out of my way to make your life miserable: First off, there will be no more kidnapping. I'll visit you as much as you like, but I want to go to school and at least see my family one more time before they refuse to talk to me ever again." The pain behind that statement was obvious. "Secondly, I am not an object to be coveted, I am a person. We will get to know each other properly before I allow you to do anything physical. Consider it a human quirk. Thirdly, you're going to explain your race and planet of origin to me and I'll explain mine. It'll be part of getting to know each other and will avoid awkward moments. Do you agree?" He was still looking very, very angry.
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