Part 6
I left my mind laying somewhere in the sands in time.
Arnaud taps on my door. "How's it going?" He is wearing a latex suit in close proximity with his normal self. It pains me a little. I have missed seeing him like that, but I am mad at him, and he is trying to make me unmad, and to see hes right about this. He will try to convince Eberts will be a good allie, -or- something to that effect. I know how his mind works. He plays nervously with the pin striped suit around his neck. I get the sudden urge to choke him with it, but I can't do that. He doesn't deserve that, yet.He clears his throat. It is amusing when he does.He sounds like he has a little mouse in his throat and is about to cough it up, and let him roll out.
"What do you want, De Theil?" I ask angerly. He gives a little frown. His usual reaction to me calling him that. I love to see that reaction. It is so cute when the little sharp corners of his mouth, drift down towards his elegant french chin, poutingly. His eyes drifting downward, so that he is looking at the bottom of you eyes, he is still looking in your eyes, just not fully,and his eyes appear glassy.He appears almost as a child who has gotten a toy taken away,because it is too dangerous.I have to restrain myself from laughing at it everytime, he is so cute when he does that.
"I ...want...I..think you may be right, and....I was wondering if you found out if you were right, and if you think Eberts will work." He says leaning against the doorframe.He must be bored. That's not really want he means, he wants things to be back to normal, so we can share a bed tonight. He knows it and I know it. I have missed him, and I am sure hes missed me too. He doesn't think I am right. I really have nothing to prove I am right, just a feminine hunch, and he knows that right now.Though, I ususally never am wrong about my hunches. He knows this, too.
"I haven't found anything to prove he is a fairy, but it usually is hard to find on paper, and I think he may work well..." I watch him start to smile. "As an assisstant. He really has no potential as a protegee, just someone to help on a few cases. He has very little training, and his background is too upper crusty. He has never done anything extremelly bad, he's always lived in his perfect little bubble...." I am about to go on, when Arnaud approaches me.
"Lucrezia!! What are you going blind? I know I didn't put any chemical in your eyes for that! He has almost the same kind of background, the always been protected from the wrong in the world as you did! He has that rebellious nature in him, though, and we ignited it. He is able to have it fully come out, and think of the great things he can help us overcome! He wouldn't be an equal partner like us, but he could help us! We can finally get into the agency, and get this damn gland out of my head, and reign terror on the world, don't you see, my dear, Lucy?" I wonder if he is going to start shaking me. I have the sudden urge, he may, but he doesn't. He stands smiling over me, as I sit on the floor among Eberts files.
"And if I say I see the connection, then what, he still could be gay, then there is no way I can 'seduce him to the dark side' as you call it."I say, standing up. Some files on my lap, falling to the floor.
"Call his gay friend and ask him, if you are so worried about it!" He says. He kisses my forehead, and then departs.
"Fine, I will!" I call back at him, and go to the phone. I dial the phone number from memory off of one of the files, I saw.
It rings once. "VCTF, Fraley?"
I left my mind laying somewhere in the sands in time.
Arnaud taps on my door. "How's it going?" He is wearing a latex suit in close proximity with his normal self. It pains me a little. I have missed seeing him like that, but I am mad at him, and he is trying to make me unmad, and to see hes right about this. He will try to convince Eberts will be a good allie, -or- something to that effect. I know how his mind works. He plays nervously with the pin striped suit around his neck. I get the sudden urge to choke him with it, but I can't do that. He doesn't deserve that, yet.He clears his throat. It is amusing when he does.He sounds like he has a little mouse in his throat and is about to cough it up, and let him roll out.
"What do you want, De Theil?" I ask angerly. He gives a little frown. His usual reaction to me calling him that. I love to see that reaction. It is so cute when the little sharp corners of his mouth, drift down towards his elegant french chin, poutingly. His eyes drifting downward, so that he is looking at the bottom of you eyes, he is still looking in your eyes, just not fully,and his eyes appear glassy.He appears almost as a child who has gotten a toy taken away,because it is too dangerous.I have to restrain myself from laughing at it everytime, he is so cute when he does that.
"I ...want...I..think you may be right, and....I was wondering if you found out if you were right, and if you think Eberts will work." He says leaning against the doorframe.He must be bored. That's not really want he means, he wants things to be back to normal, so we can share a bed tonight. He knows it and I know it. I have missed him, and I am sure hes missed me too. He doesn't think I am right. I really have nothing to prove I am right, just a feminine hunch, and he knows that right now.Though, I ususally never am wrong about my hunches. He knows this, too.
"I haven't found anything to prove he is a fairy, but it usually is hard to find on paper, and I think he may work well..." I watch him start to smile. "As an assisstant. He really has no potential as a protegee, just someone to help on a few cases. He has very little training, and his background is too upper crusty. He has never done anything extremelly bad, he's always lived in his perfect little bubble...." I am about to go on, when Arnaud approaches me.
"Lucrezia!! What are you going blind? I know I didn't put any chemical in your eyes for that! He has almost the same kind of background, the always been protected from the wrong in the world as you did! He has that rebellious nature in him, though, and we ignited it. He is able to have it fully come out, and think of the great things he can help us overcome! He wouldn't be an equal partner like us, but he could help us! We can finally get into the agency, and get this damn gland out of my head, and reign terror on the world, don't you see, my dear, Lucy?" I wonder if he is going to start shaking me. I have the sudden urge, he may, but he doesn't. He stands smiling over me, as I sit on the floor among Eberts files.
"And if I say I see the connection, then what, he still could be gay, then there is no way I can 'seduce him to the dark side' as you call it."I say, standing up. Some files on my lap, falling to the floor.
"Call his gay friend and ask him, if you are so worried about it!" He says. He kisses my forehead, and then departs.
"Fine, I will!" I call back at him, and go to the phone. I dial the phone number from memory off of one of the files, I saw.
It rings once. "VCTF, Fraley?"