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Nadia stretched in her pile of pillows, high up in her room. She had left the door opened in case Auguste got up and needed to leave Pasha, as well as if she needed to rouse enough to get up for Colin.

They had been practicing at DCBC for her acceptance into the company, and after his show, he still took the time to do a couple of segments of a dance. They had come home exhausted, Colin more so, and she had offered them a fluffy futon with a nice bed covering and couple of pillows. She had pillows to spare.

And she had warned her curly friend that a pup was around, one he had met already, so if she didn't wake him, it was like going to be Pasha.

What she had not expected is rolling out of bed to start her day, brushing her hair but still remaining in her lazy pajama's and coming out to see Auguste pinned against his door staring wide eyed at the man on the futon.

"Good morning Auguste. This is Colin..." She murmured as she came down from her bedroom.

Tired as he'd been, Colin had taken Nadia up and crashed on her couch. He'd been sluggish in the shower, zombie-like pulling pajamas pants on, and all but collapsed onto the offered futon to fall into a deep sleep. Deep enough that even if the fluffy white puppy had come out, sat on his chest and licked his face, Colin wouldn't have done more than roll over.

But in the morning, after he'd gotten a good bit of sleep? He'd stretched and glanced at his phone, seen the ungodly hour and decided there was no way in hell he was getting up to jog. Thus, when Auguste came out and saw him, he'd been sleeping lightly, blissfully unaware of the turmoil his appearance would cause.

The sound of scrambling feet and voices roused him, however, so by the time Auguste was smoothing himself over and explaining why their guest was the prince, Colin was sitting up and rubbing sleepily at his face with one hand and pushing back his unruly mop with the other. "Mmm?" Ah, that's right. I stayed over at Nadia's. "Morning." Voice rough like voices tend to be, first off, he finally looked over at Nadia's roommate and blinked a bit. The guy I saved after the show! Small world. Sometimes, he would have sworn that his life was one giant circle-jerk of people he knew suddenly showing up multiple times...sometimes in multiple forms.

"Hi." Colin gave Auguste a bit of a smile and got his voice working slightly above the level of caveman, "I hope you enjoyed the show." It was kind of awkward to be the only one sitting, so he stretched and pushed up out of the warm blanket to stand. Shirtless but in Stark Trek patterned bottoms, he immediately went over to shake Auguste's hand like the professional he could be. "She knows me," He confirmed, "And now, so do you."

On stage, he was beauty and grace, regal and commanding. In person? He was a giant puppy and a nerd. Currently, he was also a horrible case of bed-head from sleeping on damp hair.

Auguste de Saint-Meran was a young man of strong intelligence and birth, and had been raised to be calm, composed, and otherwise respectful of all whom he met; the perfect example of poise and gracefulness that would set an example for others.

At present, he was absolutely none of these things.

Nadia's kiss to his cheek was received with a certain amount of secret pleasure, because Auguste was quite fond of affection, even if he didn't show it outwardly. He stared in unabashed awe as she moved to the other - (the prince, his head repeated), and kissed him as well, Auguste just standing there stupidly throughout the process.

"Vous savez le prince?" he breathed, and then dragged himself back out of his first language and back to English. This was not the dashing prince of the play, with his ornate outfit and elegant manner - this young man was rough voiced and wearing patterned pajama pants, and was standing with his hand out towards him. His hair was also...interesting...

Auguste stared at it, then back up at the prince - Colin.

"Enchanté," he said breathlessly, and grasped Colin's hand. "I'm so very pleased to meet you, I thought you were wonderful in the play."

"I've always known the way to your heart, love." She teased, as the coffemaker beeped to life and the slow drip emitted the heavenly earthy scent. She went about to making some food, eggs, bacon. For Colin, she pulled out whole wheat morning rounds. Apple Cinnamon and popped them in the toaster. She had granola and yogurt if he wanted, but otherwise, the bacon was for Auguste and herself.

As they talked, she went about her morning rituals, cleaning old dishes, laying out new ones. Feeding Pasha who was at his bowl already. Her round about trip took her out to her patio, where she took a small watering can and watered the layered shelves of herbs she had, and switched to the shelves of small flowers she had.

"I forgot to ask for tickets for him Colin." She spoke a little loudly from her spot outside. "He often wanders from home, I didn't realize it was to watch you!" She smiled brightly from her spot where the window and her living room met.

Though he had mostly grown used to having people practically heart-eye at him when he was on stage and in costume, it was a bit different to have your friend's roommate doing it while you were wearing Star Trek pajamas and quite possibly looked like Rough and Tumble had their way with you. "You don't know the half, Auguste. Nadia is magic!" As were the scents starting to come from the kitchen area.

Colin gave a good natured chuckle; so Nadia had forgotten, hmm? "Well, I'll get it taken care of. I actually brought a set of tickets with me - no date or time stamped, so you can go when you like. 'S in my bag, but I'm not digging 'em out until I've eaten." Actually, they weren't technically tickets, but open-ended passes usually reserved for family. Colin was just charming and persuasive - and valuable enough - and often got them for people he cared about (or, in Auguste's case, someone his friend cared about).

"Be sure to come up after the show when you do, give me an excuse to bow out gracefully. Last night I was there for almost an hour and a half after curtain..which wouldn't have been so bad but that costume is hot." And he'd been slightly dehydrated, as per usual after a show under the hot lights. Colin sounded fond though; he really enjoyed meeting the public after, getting to shake hands and even press princely kisses to offered hands. Besides, the sheer joy he could put on a little girl's face by kneeling and taking her hand...it made the joy he got dancing even better. God help him if more people figured out what a kindly push-over he was as Nadia had!

"Ah, then you must find living with Nadia quite a treat, she's a wonderful ballerina as well. Sometime soon you'll be coming to the Theatre to see us both on stage, I bet." Oh ho, if Auguste wanted to be a dancer, Colin could certainly point him in the right direction, though truthfully he was a bit old to be restarting on a career path. At least, these were the sorts of things that ran through the blond's mind in rapid succession...until the scent of bacon - which he would not be eating - got strong enough to overpower the cinnamon. At that point his brain shifted from business to breakfast.

"So, beautiful," He called to Nadia, "Need any help? You know I'm handy in the kitchen." That prompted another thought, "You still have yogurt, yes?" Or something else he'd be able to eat; Nadia now kept a small stock of things a vegetarian like Colin would eat, beyond her usual groceries...just like he kept a small stock of things that she, Aleksy, or Lorne might enjoy. Or Bjorn, though that was far less likely.

"But really Auguste, you're welcome to come see us practicing some time." Colin's eyes narrowed with mischief, "Or maybe you'd like to join us pole dancing? Nadia's gotten quite good."

Colin could have come out in a trash bag with some leaves in his hair and Auguste still probably would have fawned over him, because this was the prince. He could still remember the enthralling, graceful way he'd danced onstage, the elegance in each and every movement, the strength and beauty in his body and eyes. It wasn't exactly a crush (not yet, at least), since he didn't even know the man, so much as it was just simple and utter amazement and awe that such a person could even exist.

He was a little flustered at the offer, Auguste waving his hands and trying to ignore the fact that his hair was probably all over the place and he looked like he'd just woken up - which he had. "Oh, that's incredibly generous of you, please, I didn't mean to imply that you had to get me tickets, I would be more than willing to pay to see you perform!"

Auguste's expression shifted to one of almost-embarrassment-but-not-quite to one of stifled amusement, which he hid behind his hand, a smile touching his lips. "I meant to come up and, er, get your autograph or something that night I went," he admitted, a little ruefully, and Auguste dropped his hand back down. "But, ah...things happened, and I wound up not being able to after all."

Like being attacked in an alleyway by a slimy creature that resembled a giant centipede and being saved by a man in a fluffy outfit. Not that he'd told Nadia this yet, because he hadn't had a chance to. Auguste's gaze flickered towards his roommate, a big smile on his face.

"I have yet to see her perform, but something tells me it would be more than a little magical."

He felt a little like he'd stepped into some sort of magical fantasy land; Auguste lived with a beautiful ballerina who was not only incredibly nice, but also friends with the prince that had been so breathtaking on stage at the ballet. It was almost a little overwhelming at just how fortunate he was, Auguste kind of waiting to see if the other shoe dropped at some point.

"Oh, yes, breakfast," said Auguste, shaking himself out of his inner reverie and beaming at Nadia. The loving gaze comment managed to pull a very slight blush to his cheeks, but he laughed anyway, settling himself at the table while Pasha ran around, looking for his own food.

"Don't argue Auguste, He'll be here tomorrow giving you the same tickets you don't take today." Nadia waved her fork around, pointing it at her white haired roommate. "He's very, very persuasive." She smiled at the dancer as he came over.

Then she poked him with her free hand. She followed his gaze down to Pasha and smiled. "Auguste hasn't met Ash yet, but she tried to slip in not too long ago. She was....not very happy." She pointed to the cutie on the floor. "That one tried to slobber all over her. You know Ash was having none of that."

To Auguste, "You'll see me." She nodded, "I drag Lorne sometimes, you are free to come as well." She took a bite of her breakfast, then turned to feed the small pup, since he was giving her the eyes.

She was such a sucker for eyes.

Colin leaned in to give Nadia a light smack on the cheek, chuckling and then winking at Auguste as he slid into his seat. "She knows me well, so it's good you've given in." As he added yogurt to his place, the blond nodded to his new friend, "Of course I will. Someday, it'll be worth some money too."

Hearing of Ash's introduction to the adorable puppy made the dancer lean back in his chair to laugh, a bit of his delicious breakfast having been saved from consumption by the telling. "Poor Ash, I hope she forgives you. And Pasha." Once he was able to sit up properly again, he tucked into breakfast, chewing with a happy sigh.

"Hm? Mmmhm, Lorne's 'the boyfriend'. He's a friend of mine also...and we sometimes trick him into going dancing with us too." Colin leaned conspiratorially towards Auguste, "He's a bit shy, but he's a great guy. I think you'll like him."

"Oh, want some yogurt? I know it's not bacon and Nadia keeps it mostly for me, but I'm happy to share." He was also happy to play footsie with Nadia under the table, poking at her ankles and toes with his own while looking suspiciously innocent - just like a big kid might have.