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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 4, 2012 20:22:10 GMT -5
Rodney raises an eyebrow and looks at his checkbook. "You realize that while I'm mostly stuck being 'the responsible one' these days, I'm still liable to blow at least some of this on an awesome car, right?" His car is old! It still has to be unlocked with a key!
"Although that is good thinking."
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Post by Mirage on Apr 4, 2012 22:55:57 GMT -5
Addison shrugs one shoulder, "Like I said, use it however you want. Besides, I'm sure someone will find out I set up the account for you. You'll want to buy some flashy things every once in awhile. We can't have the press thinking our relationship is waning, can we?" he says, that edge in his tone growing decidedly bitter.
He runs his hand through his hair, "Rodney, when I touch you... is it harder for you to resist my- whatever it is?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 5, 2012 21:30:29 GMT -5
Rodney frowns at the edge in Addison's voice. "Okay, something's wrong," he states firmly, then frowns at the question. But then he shifts a little in his seat at the question. "Erm. A... little? Although awareness makes a difference. Now that I know about it, it's easier."
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Post by Mirage on Apr 5, 2012 21:59:48 GMT -5
"Oh, everything is perfectly fine," Addison drawls, "I have discovered that I don't just encourage attraction, I am apparently an addictive substance to certain people. So much so that seeing me in distress sends him into an asthmatic fit. So much so that he drops to his knees in my presence and does everything but offer his heart on a platter."
"So like I said, perfectly fine."
He pulls up to the valet line. "But all the world's a stage, and it's time to light the lights," Addison says just before the valets opens his and Rodney's doors. The shift in mood and demeanor as he steps out and moves around the car to try and take Rodney's arm is seamless.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 6, 2012 19:27:59 GMT -5
Rodney opens his eyes wide. "Wha- who-?" and then he has to cut himself off, because the car door is opened. Rodney puts an awkward smile in place (what is known about his background should make it clear that he's not a frequenter of events like this - it would seem strange if he were too at-ease, so he might as well let a bit of that show). He takes Addison's arm, gives him a smile, and reaches his other hand up to push a stray strand of hair back behind his ear.
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Post by Mirage on Apr 7, 2012 0:50:46 GMT -5
Addison tries to give Rodney a reassuring squeeze and leans in to try and brush his lips across Rodney's ear. If he is allowed the caress, he'll murmur, "Skyblast."
The show they are seeing is Carmen, as Addison promised. As they enter the opera house, they are led to the private box Addison reserved. A bottle of wine and a few nibbles are arranged in the box. A perfectly cozy place for two lovers to sit and watch the show, or not watch, as they prefer.
"I really do hope you can enjoy the show. Of all the ones available in the area, I think it is the one most likely to be to your tastes. And it does have lovely music, Rodney."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 7, 2012 23:00:32 GMT -5
Sadly, while it might be Carmen, it's not about car-men.
Rodney looks startled as Addison says the name, but he hides it quickly and nods, forcing a smile that he doesn't feel. To the outside world, Addison likely just said something flirty to him, so a smile would be expected.
He allows himself to be led to the box, and as he sits down, he slips his right index finger between his neck and his collar, as though it were choking him. "Well, I'll give it a try, if the neck tie doesn't cut off my air between now and then."
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Post by Mirage on Apr 7, 2012 23:38:52 GMT -5
No, Car-Men from Outer Space is currently scheduled for an off-Broadway opening in late fall. It was supposed to be on Broadway proper, but the sudden disappearance of the aliens, and the subsequent lessening of news about them, caused a key investor to pull out at the worst possible time.
Rumor has it they still scored Neil Patrick Harris to play the Needlenose riff, though.
Addison gives a long-suffering sigh and reaches up to try and gently loosen Rodney's collar. They won't be leaving the box until perhaps intermission. There's no reason not to let Rodney be a little more comfortable.
"It isn't that tight, Rodney, though I understand you're simply not used to a neckline so high."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 8, 2012 18:20:26 GMT -5
Well, the thing is, Rodimus's actual design has something that's a bit "collar" reminiscent. But it's a bit different when the "collar" is part of your own body.
He mutters, sulkily, "Tight enough." He looks over at the nibbles. "What kind of cheeses do we have over there?"
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Post by Mirage on Apr 8, 2012 19:10:00 GMT -5
Rodney and Addison have been enough in company for Addison to know Rodney's favorite nibbly things. So the cheeses is cheddar. Admittedly, it is a variety of rather expensive artesional cheddar, but it is still cheddar. There are two wines, however: one sweet white for Rodney, one rich red for Addison.
The curtain behind them has been drawn, and the box is designed to maximize the view of the stage, which means it also minimizes the amount that another person can see into it. Addison returns to the slightly detached and distracted attitude he had earlier. He'd touched Rodney just now out of habit, and it has just occurred to Addison that he probably shouldn't.
He looks over the crowd gathered in the smallish theater. "We're seated early of course, so that we don't have to deal with the open crush. It will be another quarter hour before the show starts."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 8, 2012 20:47:23 GMT -5
Rodney accepts the cheese and the wine, and immediately starts to eat the cheese. He doesn't nibble, but he does try to make the bites small enough that they will last him. After he takes a sip of wine he glances around to make sure they're alone, and then says, "All right, Sharon. I know you don't want to know these things, but all things considered, you should know this one. She's Emirate Xaaron." He smirks. "I'm telling you so that if you're given an order, you at least know who you're disobeying."
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Post by Mirage on Apr 8, 2012 21:20:28 GMT -5
"Ah. I suppose that does make more sense," Addison says after a moment, "I thought I recalled you saying that you had no known familial connections in this life. Though she certainly fussed over you like a mother. I gather she has taken a bit to humanity than you have."
He leans over and pours himself a glass of wine, but doesn't bother with the cheese. It is probably a bad idea to drink wine on an empty stomach, but he finds he has little appetite.
"Does you're moving in with her have anything to do with the recent gray in your hair and the slight lines in your face?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 11, 2012 17:28:43 GMT -5
Rodney winces faintly as Addison points out his accelerated aging, but then with a sip of his wine he recovers, forcing himself into 'self-assured commander mode.' "It is, but indirectly. I've moved in with her for the same reason we shared a room on the Event Horizon: she's more... sensitive to those matters, and can react quicker if it looks like he's gotten control. It just so happens that the reason we shared a room on the Event Horizon is the reason I'm... aging. It's not that one caused the other, but that they've all caused by the same thing."
He takes another bite of cheese. Cheese makes confronting his mortality a bit easier. No, not really. But it makes it tastier.
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Post by Mirage on Apr 11, 2012 22:42:17 GMT -5
"Rodney, I'm sorry. I wish-" Addison murmurs. He doesn't complete the sentence, because it makes no difference how much he wishes he could help Rodney. Helping isn't possible.
Addison reaches over and tries to place his hand on Rodney's arm, the touch very light, and in a place that would make it very difficult for him to actually touch skin. "You're still ravishing, you know," he says with a slight smile.
"You'll not be brought down by this, love. You'll find a way back to yourself."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 13, 2012 21:01:58 GMT -5
Rodney gives a cocky grin. "Damn right I will," he agrees readily, practically radiating confidence. Then he snorts. "But really, we need to get off the downer topics. You keep insisting I'm here to enj-"
And then he's interrupted.
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