RP: With Le Chiffre

[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers returns home

(Is it? Home, after all, is a special place. Milliways is his new home. Le Chiffre is his new love. Home indeed.)almost exactly twenty-four hours since he left. A performance, that's what he went to see. An orchestra. A rendition of Holst's Second Suite in G, as well as a few of his other pieces. The players were excellent,

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[weeper_of_blood]

The past twenty-four hours, for Le Chiffre, have mostly consisted of sulking. He's allowed to feel sorry for himself when he's left alone with his dog, even if he managed like that for almost a year before Villiers showed up.

The day, actually, hasn't been entirely uneventful, even by Milliways standards, but it's ending with Le Chiffre sprawled across the couch and watching some rubbish foreign channel. Those bad Spanish soap operas are not only entertaining, but also aided in his ability to learn the language.

Spanish soap operas can wait though, because the second he hears someone at the door, he's shifting to peer over the back of the couch. And that's all Villiers is greeted with for the moment, a shifty set of eyes over the top of an expensive leather sofa.

Oh and; ".. Hi."

[mrmoneypenny]

Just because he knows that Le Chiffre would sulk (even more) otherwise, Villiers immediately walks over to plant a pleasantly pleasant kiss to his lips in greeting.

"Hello."

Well, doesn't he look refreshed? Listening to music does that to people sometimes -- it's uplifting, fulfilling, and generally a good thing.

He comes around the couch to sit beside Le Chiffre. "So, how long was I gone?"

[weeper_of_blood]

He's about to answer, when there is a clear point in his mind reminding him that it's far cooler to act nonchalant about the whole thing, so Le Chiffre soon gains the act of pretending he'd hardly noticed Villiers was gone. Of course, that's exactly how he's been like all day, obviously.

"Hm? Oh.." And a bored glance to his expensive watch adds to the fact that he clearly hasn't been counting the minutes or anything, "About a day."

See, it's no big deal.

"And how have you been?"

[mrmoneypenny]

"See? Not that long."

There were, of course, some worries that he'd disappear for an unnecessarily long period of time. But after some soul searching and weighing the benefits and risks, he decided that Bar could be trusted. She could see how happy he was with Le Chiffre, after all!

"It's only been a few hours for me -- and quite a nice few hours, really. You should come listen to a performance sometime. They're quite wonderful."

As he talks, Villiers grabs one of Le Chiffre's hands, pushing fingers into his palm in a relaxingly massaging manner. Maybe it's just to fiddle with something, maybe it's a small apology for leaving. Le Chiffre can decide for himself.

[weeper_of_blood]

"I'm sure we can manage to see some sort of live performance one of these days," Le Chiffre replies, because it's rather difficult for him to go back to a place where he's technically dead, but Darren had long ago offered day trips to his place. And there's several others who would open their Bar door for the couple.

This silent apology type thing is nice and accepted anyway, as Le Chiffre shifts just that bit closer. And to be honest, he's been glad to have Villiers get out for even a few hours, especially seeing as he's got a home to go back to.

"Nice to know you enjoyed yourself, at least. Did you go with anyone?" Jealous? Not at all. Never.

[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers moves in kind, turning just so to face Le Chiffre a bit more.

"Of course I didn't, silly," he says, almost chiding in his tone. "Who would I go with, after all?"

Other than work friends, his social life was depressingly stagnant. Hrm. He should fix that, if he ever goes back long-term.

"The classics are still wonderful, even if the modern composers can be thought-provoking sometimes. But needless drills and pauses are tiresome after a while."

[weeper_of_blood]

There's a slow nod back at answer to his question. He had assumed Villiers' hadn't gone with anyone, but it's something he had to ask anyway, for he likes to know the exact happenings of his partner.

He supposes he can manage to share Villiers if he really has to, so long as the aide comes back to him at the end of it all, and just to silently say as much, he places a hand lightly on Villiers thigh and doesn't plan on moving it.

"You've had some time to yourself, which is important, and clearly your enjoyment is my main concern, dear Laurence."

[mrmoneypenny]

He has to admit -- he's generally a sociable person, but having some alone time is good for the soul. Plus, the music helped a great deal.

And, on the-

...what?

Villiers looks very, very confused. "How did you...?"

Because no one calls him Laurence anymore. Close family call him by the name-of-evil, and everyone at work just calls him Villiers. Everyone here does as well.

[weeper_of_blood]

Time alone is always important, even for the most sociable of sorts. Le Chiffre immensely loves his time alone, but thankfully he can manage with just locking himself in a room for a while or something similar. So long as he's got plenty of time to think on random things.

The twenty-four hours that Villiers has been gone has really aided in alone thinky time.

"..How did I what?" He questions back, bringing his immense lying acting skills into play to react as if nothing abnormal had been said. Le Chiffre is still good at and enjoys lying far too much.

[mrmoneypenny]

Le Chiffre gets a Very Pointed Glare for his troubles.

"No one calls me Laurence anymore," he says simply. "No one."

Even though he got his name legally changed to Laurence Villiers, no middle name included, no one actually calls him by it. Villiers by itself works well enough, and it's rather unique. None of that fuss about 'which Laurence do you mean?' or goofy differentiating nicknames.

Nope, just Villiers. The only downside of which, is that many seem to instantly think of him as French, which is annoying at best.

[weeper_of_blood]

Le Chiffre gets the problem of French assumptions too, but that's kind of obvious.

"So.. does that mean I can't call you Laurence either?" He asks in return, head tilting just a bit as he gains the usual badly acted innocent look. It's all on purpose, of course, he means it to be clearly detectable that he's not at all innocent.

He prefers the name Villiers anyway, it's what he's used to and it's just nicer sounding, but teasing the aide with any other name is just damned entertaining.

[mrmoneypenny]

"I'd rather you not," continues the matter of fact tone, complete with a little eyebrow raise. Because Le Chiffre's not going to do that, riiiight?

For it is a rather deplorable name, Laurence. Certainly, it's a name that fits some people marvelously, but not Villiers, no sir.

"And how exactly did you find this information?"

[weeper_of_blood]

"Right you are," he replies with some disappointment at not being allowed to continue with the new name. Although he probably will, for it may prove an easy way to wind up Villiers, and Le Chiffre loves to save ammo like that for later use.

Anyway, as for the question.. how can he put this lightly..?

"I know everything, my dear." That answers it rather well, actually.

[mrmoneypenny]

Here, have a pointed glare. For Le Chiffre deserves it.

Villiers doesn't need words! His eyes say it all.

And they're mostly saying ORLY.

[weeper_of_blood]

Le Chiffre's own stare also easily voices his reply without any words needed.

It suggests something like WHAAAAAAT? NO RLY.

But see, he can speak too. "I hacked into your laptop..?"

Yes, he knows he's making it obvious that it's a total lie, but it's too much fun to mess with Villiers, and giving him the real answer is just dull.

[mrmoneypenny]

Another pointed look, not so much a glare this time. Because reeeeally. It's hard to hack into a Villiers laptop. Plus, there's the totally obvious lying face that Le Chiffre has.

So now, there are folded arms and the morphing of the pointed look into a teasingly-stern look.

"Out with it. How did you find out?"