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 Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:00 pm
Julien watched Toulouse go, then sagged down, rubbing his face with his hands. As much as he cared about Toulouse, he felt nothing but relief at the reprieve. "Shouldn't have even opened my mouth," he muttered to himself, but that was no real answer, either. One of the reasons they were such friends was the feeling that Julien could really talk to Toulouse, after all.
Mireille held back, watching as Toulouse appeared from the stairs. She'd let he and Felicity decide what to eat, she decided, knowing that Julien was perfectly happy to try anything.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 8:00 pm
Toulouse trotted over to Felicity and Mir with a questioning face. “What do you want?” He didn’t say it meanly to Felicity, but once again, it was harder than he intended it to come out.
“No need to get snooty.” Felicity replied brushing the boy off good naturedly like she usually did. “Never mind I guess. Mir and I shall decided then.” The redhead pretended to snub Toulouse, who just sighed.
“Please. I want to know. What is it?” He sighed again trying to be a little softer. Why could his words never come out the way that he wanted them too?
“Well then if you must know,” Felicity smiled. “Mir is going to be super awesome and order out for fried chicken and me, being the wonderful person that I am, decided to consult you on it. You won’t mind that would you?” Felicity knew that she was deliberately pulling Toulouse’s tail but she noticed that he was much more subdued than when he had first started the day. She wondered what him and Julien had been doing all day.
“It doesn’t matter.” Toulouse said with a shrug. “If you’re all fine with it then I am too. I really don’t eat enough for my opinion to really count. Will Julien mind? Should I go get him?” This, Toulouse directed at Mir. He truly didn’t care one way or another what they had for dinner. He knew himself well enough that, for the moment, he probably wouldn’t be eating anything. He seemed to do this whenever he got caught up in a argument.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 8:14 pm
Mireille, far less used to Toulouse's moods, moved forward, resting a hand on his arm as she looked at him in worry. In that single movement, it was easy to see where Julien had come by his easy willingness to touch others. "Did something happen upstairs?" she asked, brows drawn together.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 8:52 pm
“Oh,” Toulouse smiled wanly not wanting the woman to fret over such a thing. He rested a heavy hand on her shoulder. “Nothing to concern yourself Miss Mireille. I just tend to get very tired in the evening. Thank you just the same though.” He hoped she wouldn’t press the issue. He wondered idly if Julien took after her.
“Julien wanted me to spend the night,” He remembered to ask. “Is that alright with you?” Toulouse didn’t even ask Felicity because he knew that she wouldn’t mind.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 8:55 pm
"Absolutely," Mireille said, smiling gently at him. "Jules really loves spending time with you. I'm not surprised he'd want you to spend the night." She looked over at Felicity. "I guess... fried chicken it is? I can call and make sure to get plenty, since they're growing boys," she added, a sparkle in her eyes.
"And if you want to go to bed or anything, Toulouse, just poke Julien, okay? He tends to get wrapped up in his projects."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:20 pm
“I will make sure to tell him.” Toulouse nodded obediently. He’s probably fall asleep way earlier than Julien. He never could seem to stay up late. Toulouse hoped Julien wouldn’t mind.
“Then it’s settled!” Felicity clapped excitedly. “Though, I think I shall only stay for dinner if that’s alright with you Mir. I have some transcripts that I need to get posted A-S-A-P. I can come pick you up in the morning okay Toulouse?”
“That’s fine. I’ll go and get Julien and tell him dinner is on its way.” Promptly, Toulouse ran back up the steps, taking them two at a time. He made it back to the craft room and knocked on the door. He was sure why, but for some reason he didn’t want to burst in on Julien if he didn’t want to be burst in on. “
“Julien.” Toulouse called. “Miss Mireille is going to order dinner. Want to come down and wait with me?”
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:23 pm
Julien looked up at the door, hesitating for a moment before dragging a smile onto his face and standing, to make his way over. "Sure. What are we having tonight?" he asked, as he opened the door, no sign on his face of his earlier recriminations. "Anything good?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:10 pm
“I think Felicity said fried chicken. I hope that’s okay. Come on.” Toulouse motioned to Julien to follow him downstairs.
Once again Toulouse walked the stairs to the bottom with Julien in tow. Felicity and Mir were back to chatting comfortably and Toulouse assumed that dinner had already been orders. With that thought, he lumped himself down on the couch to wait for the delivery.
Nearly twenty minutes later the food arrived with a knock on the door, which Felicity happily got. The four sat down to a healthy dinner of fried chicken, massed potatoes, and the like. It should have been a nice time but there was a tension now between Toulouse and Julien and it was obvious Mir and Felicity were picking up on it. So, the meal was a quiet one with Felicity trying to make a few brave stabs at starting up conversation. When she saw this did not work she gave up.
Finally to Toulouse infinite relief, dinner was over. “That was very delightful.” He said lightly through a yawn, pushing back his plate of half picked over chicken. “I hope you all enjoyed it yes?” This was the first whole sentence he spoke during the entire meal
“I know I did.” Felicity agreed, still trying vainly to lighten the mood. She moved to help Mir clear the plates. “I’m afraid I’ll have to go soon. It’s getting late.” Felicity said to Mir.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:12 pm
"I'll give you a call if anything changes tomorrow," Mireille suggested, as Julien helped to clean up as well, before looking over at Toulouse.
"You look tired," he said quietly, nodding to the stairs again. "Do you want to grab a shower before you go to bed, or just do it in the morning?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:41 pm
“Yes. Alright.” Felicity nodded washing and drying her hands. She went and gave Mir a one armed hug. “Thanks for having me over and letting Toulouse stay.” She smiled and moved to Toulouse patting him motherly on the shoulder. “You be good okay?” She looked in his blue eyes and wondered what he was thinking.
“Yeah, yeah Mother.” He said a little sarcastically. Felicity merely laughed and waved a goodnight to everyone as she left for the evening.
“Sorry I am a bit tired. I won‘t be much use to you now.” Toulouse replied to Julien after Felicity left. “I can take a shower in the morning.” He added thoughtfully after running his fingers through his hair to make sure that it was too greasy.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 10:52 pm
Julien nodded, making his way upstairs with Toulouse. "Do you want to borrow some pajamas or anything?" he asked quietly, running his own hands through his hair. "They'd probably fit you now," he tried to joke. It was all falling flat, and he sighed.
"I can clean up a bit in the guest room while you change in my room, so you don't trip over anything in the night?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:02 pm
“Oh-er no thank you?” Toulouse blushed slightly as he told Julien the reason. “I just usually-er sleep in my boxers. I get very hot at night.” Like running an Olympic marathon he thought to himself.
He followed Julien into the guest room and started to push things aside to make a clear path to the door. “You don’t need to clean up too much. I probably won’t even get up.” He smiled weakly dropping Julien’s quilt on the bed after running his hands over the comforter for any loose pins.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:10 pm
Julien nodded, his mother-hen instincts reasserting themselves as he saw how tired Toulouse seemed to be. "If you get hungry in the night, don't hesitate to come wake me?" he said gently. He moved to gather up the bits of material, making sure most of the floor was clear in case Toulouse wanted to get up. "Or if you want to just go downstairs and get yourself a bite to eat, anything in the kitchen is fair game. You don't need permission or anything. You're welcome to anything here."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:20 pm
“Thank you. I really appreciate that.” Toulouse replied bobbing his head slowly. “Don’t worry though. I sleep like the dead and generally don’t get any midnight cravings. No worries there.” He smiled absently and began to unbutton his white shirt only to stop halfway down to look at Julien plaintively. Toulouse hadn’t realized what he had been doing. He wasn’t comfortable undressing in front of anyone, especially someone he knew even if said person was a boy. He wanted to ask Julien to leave but didn’t want to be rude. It was his house after all.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:25 pm
Julien had looked away the moment Toulouse started to unbutton his shirt, and when he looked up, Julien nodded, stepping back. "I'll be just down the hall if you need anything, okay?" he said softly, cheeks flushed a dull pink as he turned to go.
"Sleep well, okay?" he murmured, then ducked out of the room to let Toulouse rest, rubbing the bridge of his nose. A nice, soothing shower before he went to bed... that was definitely what he needed...
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