I will take my life into my hands | Glowfic Constellation

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"Yeah, on the table's fine, or you can hang it on a coat hook or whatever. Wherever's fine."

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Lucien can do that, and also follow to the baked goods.

"So, uh, do you know the movie that French director tried making about Daggers and Brand-Irons?"

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"The what!"

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"Oh huh, I didn't expect that to be the surprising part. A French director who's name I can't remember tried to make a big budget adaptation of Daggers and was maybe a bit overambitious and eventually had twelve hours of movie planned, only a small portion of which got filmed before they ran out of money."

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"That's incredible. No, I hadn't heard of that—what's the actual surprising part?"

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"They edited what they had into a straight to VHS movie that was only available for a year and almost no one bought it but I have a copy on a thumb drive."

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"Woah!"

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"So uh, if you wanted to watch it we could. Do that?"

"Um, we don't have to. Obviously. If you didn't want to."

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"No, I do want to. But I don't have a, uh, 'thumb drive player'. Did you bring one?"

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Heh.

"I do have a laptop with me - uh do you have a TV with HDMI or a Chromecast or something?"

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"Nope. My parents are kind of Luddites, sorry."

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"Well. We can sit close to the screen I guess."

Oh was that too flirty oh no.

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"Yeah. —Right, the dubious cookies." He finishes his walk to the counter and presents a tray. "I tried one and, let's just say it really wasn't for me, but y'know, you're welcome to them."

They do look like cookies, although not of any particular or identifiable kind.

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Crunch.

Huh. That.... that was not what he expected??

But...

"Huh, I think I like them?"

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"Nice. You can have all of them, if you want."

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"You really don't like them?"

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"I really don't." He takes the tray and—after a brief hesitation—Lucien's arm.

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Jeremy leads Lucien out of the kitchen, playfully bumping into his shoulder along the way.

Most of the house is decorated pretty similarly to what Lucien's already seen.

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But Jeremy's attic room has a very different vibe. It's still over-decorated and warmly lit, but more along the lines of retro band posters than crocheted doilies. It's dense with CDs and eclectic wall-hangings.

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