<span style="font-size: 15px">“Tomorrow?” Blue said slowly, taken aback by Eivind's reluctance to bend to his suggestion. Blue had stated while shopping that he thought visiting the doctor and then his family was the best route, but perhaps Eivind hadn't expected the latter to follow <i>so soon</i>. It was certainly a lot to ask Eivind to prepare for, so although Blue was disappointed by Eivind's request, he agreed reluctantly, quietly nodding his head and turning it away from Eivind so he could stare at the far wall of the hotel room, where a black and white photograph of a thorny rose hung innocuously.<br/>
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“Tomorrow it is,” Blue mumbled, unsure why he he felt the clawed fingers of disappointment settle into his flesh. Part of him felt like he just wanted to get it over with, while another part was quietly shushing the terror building in his gut, telling him it was a good thing they were waiting. Blue still had no idea how his family was going to react to him—and to Eivind—and perhaps one more day of rest would be good for both males.<br/>
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Despite this rationalization, Blue still sulked, and as their conversation continued Blue participated less and less. After about ten minutes of casual talk between the wolves, Blue wiggled off the bed and went to the bathroom to take a piss, closing the door behind him so he could have a little privacy. He could just barely hear the two murmuring to one another beyond the door but thought nothing of it; they were most likely just continuing their conversation about... whatever it was wolves talked about.<br/>
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When he exited, Sig was acting oddly, disappearing into the bathroom shortly after Blue exited. He was in there for a long time, and when he finally reopened the door he was smiling at Eivind.<br/>
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Sig left then once more, and Blue found himself even sadder. He enjoyed having the small wolf around, but it seemed like he was just too busy to spend time with them for more than an hour or so. After some gentle convincing from Eivind, the two showered and got dressed in their new clothes. Eivind had even cleaned up his beard, and Blue couldn't stop himself from perking up as he and the wolf going into Eivind's truck and made their way to some mystery location Eivind refused to give up.<br/>
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Blue had heard of Christner's Steakhouse, but he had never had the opportunity to visit. The lighting was low and romantic, and the hostess seemed beyond thrilled to lead the two men to their private table. Blue was happy the light was low, because his face was pink again, and he hoped Eivind couldn't tell. The boy smiled and said a soft thank you as they sat down and the woman handed them menus, Blue taking a moment to eye the delicious looking options and extensive wine list.<br/>
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“Eivind...” he began, but the wolf had placed his hand on his and Blue could feel the heat eclipsing his body once more. The restaurant was quiet save for the mood-setting pianist in the corner, and it was as if no one else were around to interrupt them. Even the waitstaff fell by the wayside as Eivind spoke, and the young human found himself staring intently at Eivind, studying the lines of his face and the way his lips moved when he spoke.<br/>
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“May I offer you gentlemen something to drink?” a young man asked, dressed in a crisp white shirt, black tie, black slacks and a red apron free of stains or wrinkles. His black hair was meticulously combed and moussed back, not a single strand out of place. He looked as if he weren't much older than Blue. There was a familiar lilt to his voice, and Blue raised an intrigued eyebrow as he examined the server's face. The server glanced back at the two men politely, wearing a simple, neutral mask as he waited for an answer.<br/>
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“<i>Peut-on avoir une bouteille du Château Canon?” </i>Blue asked sweetly, his voice a melodious tone as he tilted his head toward the server and grinned.<br/>
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The dark-haired server's face bloomed into a wide smile. He nodded curtly, his eyes glued onto Blue. <i>“Oui monsieur! Bien sûr. Les messieurs ont-ils décidé de ce que vous souhaitez manger?”</i><br/>
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“<i>Peut-on avoir quelques minutes de plus, s'il vous plaît?”</i><br/>
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“<i>Oui!” </i>The server gave a quick bow before walking off, most likely to retrieve their bottle of wine.<br/>
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"Yes, sir! Of course. Have you gentlemen decided what you would like to eat?"<br/>
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“He's going to get us some wine,” Blue told Eivind, redirecting his attention back to his lover, sighing gently as he intertwined his fingers with the wolf's. “I hope you like bordeaux. We have a few more minutes to decide what we'd like to eat.”<br/>
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Blue reached for his glass of cold water and took a sip, enjoying the way the cool liquid chilled his throat on the way down.<br/>
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“My dad's parents are from France,” Blue said simply, setting the glass back down and leaning forward on the table, propping his chin up in the palm of his free hand. “My dad, Louis, was born in Paris. I've only been there a few times. We always had to stay with my cousins, and a lot of the apartments in Paris don't have air conditioning. We always sweat our balls off whenever we go. Or, I do, anyway. I guess Birdie and Chrys sweat off their tits?”<br/>
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Blue chuckled at his own stupid joke, shaking his head slightly. “Okay, Vin. I know Sig helped, but really. This is beyond lovely. I've always wanted to come here. This was a wonderful surprise.” He squeezed Eivind's hand, desperately wanting to lean over the table and kiss the wonderful, handsome wolf for all of his efforts, for doing his best to please Blue, although it didn't come quite naturally to him.<br/>
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“What do you want to know about me?” Blue asked, willing to tell Eivind anything if it might help his parents be a little less harsh when it finally came time to present themselves.</span>