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Post by Jacky on Jan 18, 2009 20:45:55 GMT
"Hmm.." Claire looked thoughtful, spooning up a little of her chocolat viennois. Her eyes shifted to the door though, as the bell above it rang. In the doorway were Roux and Anouk, Anouk looking credibly guilty, Roux looking strangely out of place and uncomfortable. "Oh.."
Roux didn't even really notice Claire, as his eyes set on Vianne immediately. He let go of Anouk's hand. "Hey." His gaze travelled away again, to the rows of chocolats and mediants. "I thought I should bring your little wanderer back."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 19, 2009 14:50:37 GMT
Vianne's eyes widened at the sight of Roux, and then at the sight of Anouk. "eh.. Roux. What are you.. and Anouk ? Did you.. Why are you not in school young lady?" she said, all of a sudden realising what time of day it is.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 19, 2009 15:04:00 GMT
"Sorry Maman." Anouk mumbled, going over to Claire and sitting down on the seat next to her. Anouk looked properly guilt-struck. She didn't feel bad though. After all, she'd managed to bring Roux back again.
"Yeah so.. uh. Now she's back, I'm just gonna.." Roux mumbled.
"Would you like something to drink?" Claire jumped in. She had observed the obvious tension in the room from the moment Roux stepped in. And with Vianne's interest in the back of her mind, she thought she should try to keep the mysterious Roux there.
"A drink." He hesitated, looking at the chocolats for a moment, and then to Vianne.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 19, 2009 15:29:57 GMT
Vianne smirked "You shouldn't if you can't" Vianne said immediatly, not happy that she didn't just tell him she wanted him right here, near her, to talk to, to help him.
"But hot chocolat has never hurt anyone" she added, giving him a small smile.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 19, 2009 15:32:37 GMT
"I suppose not." Hesitantly, he walked over to the bar where Anouk and Claire were sitting now too, where Vianne was on the other side, and he sat down on one of the seats. "Alright."
He struggled inwardly though. Knowing he shouldn't be here. Knowing he could very well mess things up. But it was hard to ignore that attraction of wanting to be here. Even if he'd make it harder on himself.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 19, 2009 15:36:27 GMT
Vianne poured some hot coco into a mug and then handed it to Roux. As he took the mug from her their hands touched briefly. "Claire told me she saw you at the apothecary this morning...are you alright?" She asked, trying to start the conversation with something less meaningful than the big secret he had.. unless it was all related of course, then she was screwed.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 19, 2009 15:47:51 GMT
"Oh. That." Roux stole a glance at Claire, giving her a slight smile.
This rare smile only accentuated the fact that he didn't smile a lot though. He used to be really open to whoever accepted him (wanderer or not), but now, he was like a fortress that was impossible to get into. The walls were up high, even now.
"It wasn't for me. It was for Blanche's baby."
He took a sip of the hot chocolate.. frowning a little for a split second. He glanced over to Vianne, a calculating look in his eyes.
The chocolate had changed, too.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 19, 2009 15:57:43 GMT
Vianne smiled a little "Blanche has a baby now? That is great.. I hope it's not too sick?" She mumbled, not fully paying attention to things going on. Her mind was wandering off. Would he notice? She noticed immediatly when he was different, but would he ? And if so, maybe he realised that they needed each others help ? That she needed him as much as she wanted him to need her too.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 19, 2009 16:04:34 GMT
Roux put the chocolate down, his mind wondering a hundred things about what had happened to Vianne and Anouk. Why did she change? Where are the colorful clothes and the defiant smile..? Why is the shop different? ...Why does the chocolate taste *normal*?
He couldn't answer any of the questions though. But he worried about it. Did it have to do with the fatigue in Vianne's eyes? Was she really okay, like she had claimed to be...?
He wanted to reach out and ask her, touch her life and help her if needed. But he couldn't. Shouldn't.
Whilst thinking about all of this, he answered her question on automatic pilot. "We don't know what's wrong with it. It's a little fragile thing. Four months old now, but yknow.. cries and coughs a lot." He looked down at the chocolate and picked it up for another sip.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 19, 2009 16:18:29 GMT
"poor thing, well.. if I can help in any way" she said, her voice becoming less audable. "You know I can and will help, all you have to do is say it" she said and turned her glance away from him. He was getting to her while he wasn't even trying, he tried to push her away and it only worked opposite.
As Vianne's glance passed the clock she realised it was time for the second part of the schoolday for Anouk. "Anouk, where is your backpack? you need to go back to school.. I'll take you" she said, not happy that she had to leave.
"Oh, I can take her.. You have a guest, it's not too busy anyway.. I'll do it for you"
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