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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 17:45:10 GMT -5
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Post by victor lebeau on Feb 3, 2013 17:58:21 GMT -5
It was his lunch break. He left the bakery in the hands of his more than capable cashier and took his babies to have a bit of food at a cafe nearby. They had eaten more quickly than usual, and since Alexis had been chiming at him for weeks about going to the library, he decided he could spare the time to do so. He called his cashier to tell her he may be later than usual, and she accepted it, told him that she was fine on her own. He worried still, but he knew he needed to let her have some control. He took the two children by their hands through the library aisles. They eagerly took two books each and allowed him to lead them around to search for something for himself, and as he trailed through the aisles, babies trailing behind him, he paused as he peered at a familiar gray-skinned young man. He'd seen him before, a few times, and each time he had a nagging feeling that he'd seen him somewhere before, a long time ago. "Ah, bonjour," he smiled faintly. He seemed to be happier than usual today. He always looked so worried or concentrated or simply unhappy, but he had a smile on his lips now, and Victor thought it fit him very well.
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 18:07:48 GMT -5
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Post by victor lebeau on Feb 3, 2013 18:35:12 GMT -5
He hadn't even noticed the earbuds in the boy's ears until now, and he felt rather foolish because of that. How could he not have noticed? If he had, he wouldn't have bothered him, but he just.. he looked so very familiar... Pascal.. Pascal--he looked like him, his friend in France. He hadn't talked to him in a couple of months, but it didn't matter. Beside the gray skin.. and ignoring the horns he assumed were faked. He looked just like him. "I'm sorry, you just.. look like someone I know. Am I bothering you?" He'd hate to be a bother. Behind him, Alexis and Avery were peering curiously at the strange boy, Alexis with hesitation and Avery with curiosity. "Papa," she muttered, and he looked down to her. "Puis-je avoir des cornes, aussi?" Of course she'd want them.. - - - - - - - - Puis-je avoir des cornes, aussi? - "May I have horns, too?"
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 18:41:56 GMT -5
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Post by victor lebeau on Feb 3, 2013 18:49:54 GMT -5
He quietly denied his daughter's wishes for horns. Maybe when she was older, he offered, but he doubted it would soothe her. She wanted horns, like the boy's horns. He could tell she was fascinated with them. He looked up again to the brunette as he spoke, and frowned just a bit, glancing to the section, though he knew where it was. He'd already been. "Ah, oui, I know, yes. I'd just.. rather not leave them there. I was.. I'm sorry, for asking, but.. Do you know anyone by the name Pascal?" He looked so much like him. His jaw, his frame, his hair and eyes, same look in his eye. Were they related? He'd thought he knew Pascal's family already. He surely wasn't his son. If he were, he'd be with him.. Right? And who would his mother be? As far as he knew, Pascal had never been married.
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 19:43:44 GMT -5
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Post by victor lebeau on Feb 3, 2013 21:38:39 GMT -5
Victor wasn't a fool, nor was he that inconsiderate. He had shamefully let his curiosity get the better of him, but it was obvious now that he had made the boy extremely uncomfortable, and guilt pitted in his stomach and dropped it to the floor, heavy and uncomfortable. "Non, no. I'm sorry, I forgot myself." No, he shouldn't know him, he supposed. He didn't know for certain, not anything.. but he wanted to. He could ask his dear friend about it later, perhaps. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself, asking you those things. I had no right." He offered his hand, an uncomfortable and apologetic smile on his lips, brows furrowed and worried. "My name is Victor LeBeau."
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 21:44:32 GMT -5
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Post by victor lebeau on Feb 3, 2013 22:02:52 GMT -5
For someone that seemed rather shy and unsure, he did give a very masculine handshake. Victor was surprised, impressed, really, and he smiled at him with a bit less apology. "They were inappropriate for me to ask," he insisted upon it. He had been wrong. He hoped he accepted his apology. He paused then looked behind him at the babes that were attempting to read the long words on the book spines surrounding them. "Avery and Alexis," he told the boy, Jet. He didn't want to leave them without introduction. That'd be rude, and he was already rude enough today.
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 22:14:10 GMT -5
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Post by victor lebeau on Feb 3, 2013 22:27:39 GMT -5
He took the nod as an acceptance, and it eased him a bit, though not much. He still felt bad about it. He hadn't even introduced himself, after all. He'd just been so curious... And that curiosity only increased ten fold when he watched him rub his neck like that, just like Pascal. Maybe he just missed the man. Maybe he could visit during the holidays, but.. then he'd have to be around his family, and.. he didn't think he could do that right now. "Really?" He mused, unsure. "I.." He paused, then eyed him, then glanced around. "Where are your parents?" He was young. He had to have his parents somewhere, right? He'd never leave his babies alone like that. He glanced at them again; they were just on the floor, reading the books they'd gotten from the childrens' section.
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 22:43:23 GMT -5
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Post by victor lebeau on Feb 3, 2013 22:55:26 GMT -5
His shoulders tensed at the hostile tone the boy took and he swallowed. Seventeen was an adult, he had a point. He'd assumed he was younger, he supposed, that was all. He assumed. He shouldn't have assumed. Mon dieu, he was a terrible person.. No wonder she left, he was awful, asking a child about his parents, he didn't.. he didn't even. "I.. I didn't.. I'm sorry, I just thought you were.. younger, alone, I--I'm--" Terrible. He was terrible, sick and cruel. He hesitated and looked back at his own, then back to Jet. "Would you like to come have ice cream with us?" The children perked.
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 23:12:56 GMT -5
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