"That's most kind," Samuel says, after blinking in his own way, "but I wouldn't want to deprive Mr. Laclos of such a feast." I shrug, still smiling. That's very nice of him, not wanting to make Valmont share, even though it's just cookies and not a feast.
I'm going to run off after that, because I showed him the dorm and I don't want Valmont waiting too long, I don't want him to get sore cuz I didn't listen, but then I'm not moving. There's waiting in the air, heavy, and it seeps inside just a moment before Samuel speaks again.
"I do have something for you."
A present? For me? I wonder if he knows it was my birthday, last month. That's the only reason I can think of for presents.
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Yes!" I say, at once, eyes gone wide. That, of course, is not the way secrets are done, not loud and bright like that, so I make myself look very serious and edge closer. He's very tall, almost big like the Big Man, but his shadow is made of the feather-light wispy stuff that hangs in the corners of my rooms. No, not the same. "Yes," I try again, voice low this time, as I look up. "I can."
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Date: 2012-01-25 11:21 pm (UTC)I'm going to run off after that, because I showed him the dorm and I don't want Valmont waiting too long, I don't want him to get sore cuz I didn't listen, but then I'm not moving. There's waiting in the air, heavy, and it seeps inside just a moment before Samuel speaks again.
"I do have something for you."
A present? For me? I wonder if he knows it was my birthday, last month. That's the only reason I can think of for presents.
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Yes!" I say, at once, eyes gone wide. That, of course, is not the way secrets are done, not loud and bright like that, so I make myself look very serious and edge closer. He's very tall, almost big like the Big Man, but his shadow is made of the feather-light wispy stuff that hangs in the corners of my rooms. No, not the same. "Yes," I try again, voice low this time, as I look up. "I can."