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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 27, 2013 20:23:05 GMT -5
"Va te faire foutre." I huff, pushing my hair out of my face before moving past him, my head already aching. It'd been a while since I'd gotten drunk, and I was apying for it this morning. I look up as Varla comes in to take Chelsea from my mom and I pull a bottle of water from the fridge before taking a sip and leaning back against the counter as my mom told her it was no big deal, that she liked having a young one in the house again, and I pause, wondering if I'd need to translate.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 27, 2013 20:29:46 GMT -5
I smile when his mom replies and shrug, kissing Chelsea's head as she began to dose off. Her small hands were clinging around my necklace. "Eh bien, je vous remercie," I say with a small smile before getting up and walking to the fridge, grabbing a water and taking a sip before walking out of the kitchen and heading into the room to grab Chelsea's food so I could feed her. I set her in my lap and hold her up slightly with my legs as I open the food and she whines. Once it's open and I have the food, I take a small amount on the spoon before I give it to her when she looks at it.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 27, 2013 20:52:39 GMT -5
I take another sip of my water, watching as Varla grabbed Chelsea and got some food and a water before she wandered out of the kitchen. I follow her out, not noticing the look on Aymeric's face. "I'm gonna get a shower." I say, sticking my head into the living room before turning to start up the stairs and into the bedroom, shutting the door ebhind me before walking into the bathroom and pulling my striped tank top over my head and stepping out of my gym shorts.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 27, 2013 20:58:23 GMT -5
I look up when Drew speaks and nod before leaning back on the couch and smiling at Chelsea. She giggles and I look up when I notice Aymeric behind her and smile before feeding Chelsea another bite. I hoped that he wouldn't really bother me since I was still trying to re-cooperate from a hangover. "Bonjour, Aymeric," I say with a smile before Chelsea whines when I don't focus on her.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 27, 2013 21:07:41 GMT -5
-from Aymeric's POV-
I watch as Drew says something in English before disappearing upstairs and I decide to make my move: she'd fucked my ugly little brother, so why not the betetr looking, older one? I slip into the living room to smile at Varla before sitting down beside her on the couch. I nod once as she greets me, running a hand through my hair. "Ahh, comment allez-vous?" I try, my brow creasing- this was going to be a little hard.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 27, 2013 21:11:23 GMT -5
I smile when he sits down beside me though I'm wanting to push him off. Drew knew I could speak a little French but I didn't dare let him know how much a little was since it could also be considered a lot. "Je suis grande, et vous?" I ask with a smile as I make a gasping sound when Chelsea takes a bite of the mushed fruit. She looks at the food and I take another scoop and feed it to her, smiling and wiping off a little food from her mouth with the bib I had brought downstairs with me.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 27, 2013 22:32:14 GMT -5
-still Aymeric's POV-
"Incroyable." I reply, smirking over at her before my gaze flickers to Chelsea then back to Varla's face. "Vous regardez belle ce matin." I continue, turning to face her a bit. I don't move to kiss her or put an arma round her, wanting to see how she would take the compliment first- how she actually was, not just how she seemed.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 27, 2013 22:41:14 GMT -5
Chelsea looks up at me with an innocent smile and I give her another scoop of food before looking up when Aymeric speaks again. I bite my lip before kissing Chelsea's head and brushing my hair from my face. My head shakes and I look down as he's still looking at me. Hopefully, Drew would be done with his shower soon because I wasn't sure how to take this. "Merci, mais je suis avec ton frère," I say, focusing entirely on Chelsea now, hoping she could get me out of this awkward moment.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 28, 2013 17:42:01 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows a bit as she tells me that she was with Andrew, but I wasn't going to take no for an answer. Persistance went a long way. "C'est un perdant .. et je suis mieux dans son lit." I continue, shaking my head a bit. That line had worked pretty well on some of Drew's exes- so why not on Varla? I run a hand through my hair, making a face as I heard the water cut off.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 28, 2013 19:48:12 GMT -5
I huff when he speaks again and get up, putting the small towel over my shoulder as I lightly beat on Chelsea's back. "Avouons-le, ça ne m'intéresse pas et je ne pense pas que je serai jamais. Je suis sorti trop de cul comme toi," I say, ignoring him as I try to burp Chelsea. Honestly, I wasn't really surprised that he was this persistent with the way Drew and him acted together.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 28, 2013 20:23:18 GMT -5
I pull on some clean clothes and start down the stairs and into the living room to find Varla burping Chelsea and Aymeric looking pissed off on the couch. I look between them for a moment before my brother stands to walk apst me, his shoulder clipping mind so that I'm pushed to the side. I huff softly, pushing my damp hair out of my face as I plop down on the couch.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 28, 2013 20:28:02 GMT -5
I look up as Drew comes to the living room and smile at him before Aymeric walks out. I sit beside Drew and I lean my head against him. "Honestly, I hate your brother so far," I mumble, as Chelsea grips onto my hair for a second. She looks between us before reaching for Drew and burbling some baby talk before barely mumbling, "Dada." I sit up abruptly and look at her before she says it again as she reaches to him. "Oh my God...that's her first word," I say, giggling as she continues before looking at me and smiling as if she knew what I just said.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 28, 2013 20:39:16 GMT -5
"Me too, but, he family." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. I chuckle as Chelsea reaches for my and I hold out a finger that she holds on to before she speaks and I raise my eyebrows, looking over at Varla. "Wow." I breathe, shaking my head a bit as she plays with my fingers.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 28, 2013 20:48:00 GMT -5
I giggle when she plays with Drew's fingers before shaking my head and lightly kissing her head. My head rests back on his shoulder and I look at her as she looks between us. "Well, he was just trying to get me to cheat on you," I say, shaking my head before Chelsea lays her head on my chest and yawn. My fingers lace with his and I smile at him before kissing his cheek and watching as she began to close her eyes.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 28, 2013 21:31:35 GMT -5
I smile as her head rests on my shoulders before sighing and shaking my head a bit as she spoke. "You didn't, though, unlike others.." I murmur, not wanting to admit that people had cheated on me with my brother before.. many times before, actually. I look away, wanting to disappear, before Varla's lips meet my cheek and I blink once before hesitantly putting my arm around her shoulders.
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