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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 22, 2010 1:53:07 GMT -5
Being back at the dinning table meant that Kristopher Roberts was playing with his food. He had seemed to have lost his cravings for food right about now and all he did was push them across his plate as he wondered what the fuck he was doing or even saying to that rich kid.
Kyle was going to rip him a new one and so not in a good way, not at all! Thankfully, Kyle wasn't down here at the moment and watching Kris play with his food which was a sure sign of something being up. However, the blond looked up ten minutes later when Augusta joined him at the tabl--GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!
The teenager stared wide eyed at Augusta, his fork moving across the plate lost its sudden pace and came to a screechign hault, which made kris jump when the fork scratched the expensive surface.
"Holy fucking shit!" He declared, wide eyed and staring at the plate to make sure no damage was done to it. After a moment, he dropped the pulled his eyes from the plate back to Augusta.
"G-Good morning, and erm sorry---fork slipped." He stated and looked back down again. It was if the conversation upstairs as completely forgotten but now it was the blonds turn to go a bit red and ponder how the hell someone could look that good in a suit. Seriously, it wasn't possible...was he a vampire or something?!
Looking up a bit he noticed the coffee and pondered on what kind a rich man would drink. Then clearing his throat he looked back down at his plate, trying not to have wondering eyes.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 22, 2010 2:19:15 GMT -5
"Holy fucking shit!"
Augusta looked up with wide-eyes as well as Kris did. He was holding his coffee cup at the time and was a bit shocked that he spilled a bit of his coffee on the table. He looked down and sighed. Soon four maids came in with platters of food. Pancakes and such. But the most there was of was waffles. There must have been 10 waffles on a plate that was put right in front of Augy. He was treated like royalty. They put the napkin in his lap and poured his water and orange juice and made his plate with two waffles and and heap of strawberries. Then they left as quickly as they had come.
"G-Good morning, and erm sorry---fork slipped."
Augusta smiled softly behind his newspaper. He then folded it and nodded. "It's fine." He sat the folded newspaper and took a sip of his coffee before looking at Kris with his blank face. " Tonight is the premiere of The Phantom of the Opera at the Palais Royal... I could get us some tickets if you'd like to go..." he said softer this time. He was very shy in reality. " Since you said you wanted to... hang... I could get us a dinner reservation or something... or... whatever..." he said and went back to his waffles and strawberries. He ate all the strawberries off the top first though.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 22, 2010 10:24:46 GMT -5
Fine. Yeah, sure it was...Augusta wasn't the one who had pretty much almost scratched the glaze right off the plate with a fork. Talk about a freak out, but it was a rather nice one after all. Not everyday you eat with a rich person and then find out they can pull a suit off pretty good. He had to wonder for a moment what Kyle would look like in one. Probably sexy, just like Augusta.
" Tonight is the premiere of The Phantom of the Opera at the Palais Royal... I could get us some tickets if you'd like to go..." he said softer this time. He was very shy in reality. " Since you said you wanted to... hang... I could get us a dinner reservation or something... or... whatever..."
The curl haired poor boy looked up at the sudden invitation. Staring, he wasn't sure what to say at all. He was thinking more of just sitting about and talking somewhere in the house or garden. But going to see The Phantom of the Opera almost made him scratch the plate a second time out of surprise. "Th-The Opera?" He repeated as if he had been struck in the head by a two by four and forgotten everything.
"Y-yes, I did say that---didn't I so um, sounds like um fun." An Opera...shit man he wasn't about to say no to that even if he didn't know what an Opera was, which he did by the way. But going to one he never expected to do in his life. He had only seen them on TV and that was for only a short time before Kyle got bored and changed the channel to something else.
Okay now it was just awakard silence. So Kris tried to think of somethng else to say, he looked at Augusta's plate of food then. "You sure like strawberries huh?"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 23, 2010 20:21:04 GMT -5
"Th-The Opera?"
Augusta smiled softly, hidden behind his newspaper. " Oh well, technically it's a play...about an opera..." he said softly. " But if you--"
"Y-yes, I did say that---didn't I so um, sounds like um fun."
The Frenchman put down his paper and sipped his coffee before going to his waffles. " Oh... uh... Ok..." God... why did his throat suddenly close up? He felt like he couldn't breath. " Ok... we could... um... get some dinner before... maybe we could... " he felt sooo dumb, so very retarded. " Well, we could to some touristy stuff, I mean we are really close to Paris... The Louvre and Versailles and all that... We could get a car and just... hang..." Augusta's face turned a bit red and he flipped his newspaper back up to hide it. He felt like a girl... a stupid, love struck girl.
"You sure like strawberries huh?"
Augy looked over his newspaper at Kris. Then down to his plate, yes he did like strawberries. A maid came in a refilled his coffee cup and took the paper he was hiding behind. His blush had faded by then, thank goodness. He sighed then and poked one of the berries across his waffles and onto the plate. " Yes... I have had a fondness for them since I was a child. My mother... she used to grow them in the garden and... she would dip them in chocolate and give them to me. Of course this was before she... Decided he didn't enjoy my company anymore..." He then stabbed the strawberry angrily and ate it.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 23, 2010 20:52:26 GMT -5
The blond lowered his eyes back to his own blade and poked at his remaining waffles and eggs, stirring the yellow and white goodness in syrup. "Yeah, um, that sounds like a fun idea. I just um...have to let Kyle know...and stuff...so he doesn't flip you know. Very protective brother." The blond explained with some uneasiness.
Boy, that was going to be fun to tell Kyle. Kyle didn't trust this rich guy and Kris didn't either, well he did to an extent but going out with him to see a play. Kyle wouldn't like that at all. But he would worry about that later, for now he was just trying to stay focused on his food that he currently took interest in playing with.
He let out a small laugh then, "I never was a fan of strawberries, too sweet for me. I like blueberry and raspberries better. They have more of a kick and less sweet tasting." he admitted with a small shrug of his thin shoulders. "I like melon too but not watermelon...honey dew." he smiled and pushed the eggs to the side of his plate, realizing they where completely covered by syrup now---they didn't look too good either.
"So, umm..." What else could he say to this guy? He looked up at him then, blinking a few times as he suddenly realized Augusta was wearing his glasses and not contacts. "Did you lose your contacts?" He asked in semi surprise.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 23, 2010 21:19:01 GMT -5
"Yeah, um, that sounds like a fun idea. I just um...have to let Kyle know...and stuff...so he doesn't flip you know. Very protective brother."
Augusta sighed, Kyle... He found the other brother annoying really. Kyle seemed all to disrespectful. Really... couldn't Kyle for once be nice? Augy had taken them in, given them a soft bed to sleep in and food to eat and clothes to wear... and taken them far away from the worries of their mother. And Kyle just couldn't give in and say thanks could he?
Of course not.
" Yes, of course..."
"So, umm... Did you lose your contacts?"
Augy glanced up from his plate, then he looked away sheepishly. " Well no... I mean..." why did he feel so on-the-spot now!? " You said you liked my glasses so...I decided not to wear my contacts anymore..." this was embarrassing. He looked over at Kris before pulling off his glasses and cleaning then on his napkin. " They are a bit of a hassle but... I haven't worn them since I was a kid..." Then he glanced up at Kris with his black eyes and put his glasses back on. They fit almost perfectly onto his thin face, his high cheekbones accenting the thin silver frames. It was like he was born for them. " But I'm blind as a bat without them..." he said with an awkward chuckle.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 23, 2010 22:27:51 GMT -5
" You said you liked my glasses so...I decided not to wear my contacts anymore..."
The fork scratched across the expensive plate again. The boy then put his form down thinking it best before he broke the damn plate or something. The blond lowered his green eyes with a small blush on his face. "Oh, well." He paused to think about this for a moment, "You do look good without them, but if its more convient for you---the contacts are fine, really."
He cleared his throat then, feeling slightly awakard, embrassed and touched that Augusta took his opinion seriously. How strange really, a rich kid listening to a poor one? How messed up was that!
Finally, Kris cleared his throat and tried to think of something else. "Um, so what should I wear...guess not my jeans huh?" He laughed a bit nervously and looked down at his food, however not touching it again. "But on a serious note...how long will me and my brother be able to stay here?" He asked, knowing full well that the poor boys couldn't stay here forever..but maybe they could find a job some where, maybe Augusta knew of some place to work.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 23, 2010 22:47:30 GMT -5
"Um, so what should I wear...guess not my jeans huh?"
Augy smiled, " I'll get my tailor to find you something... Don't worry about it..." he said and ate a bit more of his waffles. He was suddenly very happy, he was so busy as of late, being the heir to a multi-billion dollar company. That he never had time to actually talk to Kristopher. Which is what he really wanted to do. He had saved Kris, since he cared since the moment he saw the blond. He had seen Kris at the gas station and suddenly felt really odd... he couldn't place it, but he knew that maybe if he spent more time with the kid, maybe he'd figure out what he was feeling.
"But on a serious note...how long will me and my brother be able to stay here?"
Augy looked up at Kris from his waffles, " A--are you planning o--on leaving?" he asked with a slightly nervous voice. He was suddenly worried, why would Kris ask something like that? Did he hate it here? He had only been here for like... two weeks so far... Maybe kicking Kyle out would be okay... But he didn't want Kris to leave... "I don't want you to le--" suddenly he stopped himself, shoving a waffle in his mouth.
WTF!!! Why did I say that!!!!
Augusta kept shoving the waffle into his face trying not to look retarded and trying not to blush. Were was his newspaper when he needed it most!!! God... how could he have said something that stupid! In all seriousness, he was becoming dependent of Kris's comments. He felt happy when Kris was talking to him... and he wasn't sure why. But he didn't think he'd be okay with having Kris leave...
" I mean... If you want to find a apartment and jobs I'm sure I could sort something out..." he said bitterly, like he was forcing he words out.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jun 23, 2010 23:02:59 GMT -5
" I'll get my tailor to find you something... Don't worry about it..."
"Wouldn't that be expensive?" He asked softly, putting his hands in his lap, he leaned back in his chair like any teenager would when he wasn't sure what to say or do. "It doesn't have to be anything to great, I might have something I can wear, so you don't have to waste your money." Yes, waste the trillion something dollars on a nice thing of clothing for a kid who never could afford anything other then Wal-Mart and Goodwill.
"I mean its appericated but you don't really have to---you know---." Boy why was it that words where so hard to get out? Really. He never had this much trouble before! Well, he had but that was a totally different story all together and matter.
" A--are you planning o--on leaving?"
Kristopher looked at him, confused for a moment. "Eventually, I don't want to be a burden to you and I am sure we will become one. I just don't want to over stay our welcome and the like and we eventually need to get jobs to earn money for things...I mean it's kind of life isn't? Not like Im good at much but I can read plans and books, Kyle's good at building anything." He then smiled brightly. "We made houses before and I got to read the plans, it was pretty fun." He giggled a little. "Although, Kyle always got kind of mad I used to stay up late reading and---"
I don't want you to le--" I mean... If you want to find a apartment and jobs I'm sure I could sort something out..."
Awkward.
The blond nodded softly, trying not to let the words bother him as he looked off to the side, hand playing within his thick curls. "It's alright, there's no need for you to go out of your way...you've done so much already. Thank you."
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jun 23, 2010 23:13:05 GMT -5
"Wouldn't that be expensive? It doesn't have to be anything to great, I might have something I can wear, so you don't have to waste your money. I mean its appericated but you don't really have to---you know---."
Augy frowned, " Didn't I say not to worry about it...It's fine... It's really not that expensive..." he said softly and bite into his waffle again.
"Eventually, I don't want to be a burden to you and I am sure we will become one. I just don't want to over stay our welcome and the like and we eventually need to get jobs to earn money for things...I mean it's kind of life isn't? Not like I'm good at much but I can read plans and books, Kyle's good at building anything. We made houses before and I got to read the plans, it was pretty fun. Although, Kyle always got kind of mad I used to stay up late reading and---"
Augusta found the blond so damned cute when he giggled like that but he hid his emotions well. He let his hands fiddle with his fork to keep him from jumping the boy. " I--I guess I could work something out..." He felt like a crazy fool. Something must have happened to make Augy so retarded over such a small period of time. He kinda wanted to beat his head against the table in anger, he had never felt so dumb in his entire life. He was so smooth with women... but when he found a kid that was interesting to him, he lost ever bit of charm he had!!
"It's alright, there's no need for you to go out of your way...you've done so much already. Thank you."
Augusta was quite then, staring at his food. " But your not... Your not a burden, you won't overstay your welcome... I've gone out of my way so much as of late, I'd be prepared to do more if I had to... I..." he shook his head lightly and sighed. " I guess I saw pity in you and your brother, I wanted so badly to help since all I ever did in my life was cower and hide from my problems. But you and Kyle... you're both so strong... I... " he paused for a long time, " I really would like it if you stayed... I mean... I can get you jobs in the city and such... But... If it's not odd to ask... I'd love it if you stayed... Even Kyle can stay..."
Even if he's such a pain in my ass...
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