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Apr 8 2018, 12:45 AM
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The spring ball was a Laurent-sponsored event, and as a man about to marry into the family, Baz was pretty much expected to be there. This might be strange in the sense that he didn’t actually ever plan, in his life, to be the sort of person who needed to be at socialite events, but at the same time, he knew what was going to happen when he moved in with Henri, so he was happy to make sure Henri looked as put together as possible, including having a fiancé (!) who went to the appropriate events, dressed very smartly, and greeted people on behalf of a relevant Laurent. Unfortunately, the relevant Laurent in his life had disappeared, and while he didn’t mind if Henri did feel the need to greet people, maybe talk to his parents or business partners, he had been gone for some time, and Baz worried that he might have done something like been mistaken for some particularly cheerful foliage.
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He scanned the room for Henri but there were a lot of people there in bright colours and a lot of places someone could hide, so he figured the second best option was to find someone who seemed like they might be invested in the location of Henri and they could at least let him know if they’d seen him. The first person he saw was Henri’s mother, who liked him passably (that is to say, Baz was fully prepared not to be liked by the Laurent parents, but he was capable of conversing with them because they got on with Henri in some strange way), so he looked around hopefully for someone else. Maria was the next person he spotted, and though she still might not approve of him, she was stuck with him, so he cheerily approached. “Hey,” he greeted rather casually when he was close enough and sure that Maria wasn’t being held up by another guest and/or her gentleman companion. “Have you seen Henri around?”


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Feb 11 2018, 06:13 PM
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Baz had very much gotten used to the sheer pinkness of Henri’s apartment- well, that is, their apartment, because he lived there too. Either way, he had fully expected to wake up to the brightest apartment in town every morning, and Henri had not disappointed on that score to the point that he had been convinced that Henri might actually explode before the big day and then Baz would just be celebrating alone. Henri had, in fact, survived until Valentine’s day and, all things considered, was really very chill, only occasionally bursting into song. As they didn’t have any plans until later on and Baz was still very lazy about getting ready (what? All his clothes were here), he had agreed- after some light coercion- to make something for them to snack on, and in the end, he had disappeared under a flurry of flour and cocoa powder with occasional breaks for his glamourous assistant who, it transpired, just wanted to eat chocolate chips and get kisses- the worst kind of assistant, so typical.
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In the end, he emerged from the kitchen, a little more chocolate-y than when he’d gone in, but he at least had a plate of baked goods, which was the goal. “Okay, be nice, because I tried to make them seasonal,” he explained, although he didn’t actually think this would horrify Henri at all, considering they were both lightly pink and in the shape of love hearts, so his brownies actually matched the décor perfectly. He was quite proud of himself though because he had been struggling a little with icing lately anyway; these were the real worries of all ex-con men, obviously: appropriate baked good decorating techniques. Nevertheless, he left the plate on the coffee table for Henri to appreciate (and presumably eat), adding, “Try not to eat… I mean, leave at least one, you know?” he suggested, feeling like they couldn’t be Those People, but snagging a brownie for himself because he had worked hard, thank you very much.


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Dec 31 2017, 02:30 AM
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Baz had decided it was finally time. It had been over six months since Henri had asked him to move in, and at the time, Baz had not been very open to the idea, despite all of Henri’s incredibly subtle hints over the intervening months. He had seen a lot of empty wardrobe space, a lot of hints that it was easier for Baz to just stop the night… forever, and a few reminders that Henri was a very nice person to live with, which he knew but Henri apparently needed to remind him of anyway. But now, just before the end of the year, Baz didn’t think the idea was so ridiculous anymore and, frankly, Henri’s hints had gotten even more heavy-handed. He kept buying matching his-and-his products online, for example. As such, Baz had finally made a trek to every friend’s house he had to pick up items strewn across London; rather tragically, it had been less than he’d been expecting but then, he supposed that was a side-effect of not really calling anywhere in London his home. He would, he knew, stop thinking of Henri’s home as, well, just Henri’s place.
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He at least had plans to spend the evening at Henri’s (he couldn’t remember why he was going over but to be fair, Henri could have said they had scheduled cuddling time and Baz would have agreed) so he didn’t feel too bad taking a small suitcase there, deciding that Henri had the space for it- although it would be tragic if he took it back now. Still, he knocked (no key, after all!) and was happy to greet Henri with a kiss on the cheek before he gestured at the case at his side. “So, should I bring this in or is that offering of moving in off the table now?” he queried, wondering if he was unprepared for Henri’s potential glee. He thought Henri would be, you know, pretty chill about it after waiting so long; he had probably expended all of his energy on the topic already.

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Oct 12 2017, 01:59 AM
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Apart from the general excitement that came with it being October (Henri’s apartment becoming steadily more pumpkin-themed, Baz making more spooky treats, preparations for them to attend the ball in appropriately matching suits), Baz’s parents had decided to visit him in London. He hadn’t gone home since arriving the city, quite put off by the idea of being the small town again, and his parents were generally too settled nowadays to want to leave the island- but they had decided that four years away from their beloved only child was just too much and come over for a week. Baz, for his part, had spent the run-up very excited about seeing them again and then spent the week with them also excited, taking the chance to show them around tourist traps and hole in the wall bars when Henri was working. He’d also been very open about dating Henri too, of course, so they wanted to meet him, and Baz had studiously ignored how staying at Henri’s the whole week felt like Henri’s dream come true (if only Baz would accept the key permanently! Also, Henri had really provided the key suspiciously quickly).
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It seemed, so far, everything in the realm of meeting parents had gone very well, although Baz hadn’t really expected it to be a disaster; after all, his parents were likable and interesting in getting to know Henri, and Henri was likable and getting to know his parents, and Baz sat in the middle, rather proud of himself. He had, however, briefly dragged his dad away to show him the view and a few landmarks that looked good from that point of view, assuming that Henri would be completely happy to chat with his mother about things like having French names. When they returned, he wasn’t sure if they’d be getting on like a house on fire, but he generally just hoped that they were having a good conversation. “What’d we miss?” he enquired, looking between them both and the almost empty glasses on the table, wondering if he should get them another round.


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“Now of course, one of the most interesting things about the cathedral is actually the dome itself, which if you look up now, you’ll see is phenomenal at night, thanks to light pollution and climate change. A little-known fact about the dome is that it’s actually depicting a very famous battle between vampires and werewolves that took place in 1856!” Baz told the group in front of him at large, careful to ensure his voice carried over to the back of the group. The gaggle of tourists were happy to follow him around London and listen to him describing London at night, and they seemed utterly enraptured by what was sure to become a fascinating and slightly incorrect anecdote about the church but Baz felt that God would forgive him.
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“What we believed were just patterns to look like an extension of the architecture,” he continued, getting into his stride now, “are actually telling a story as you move around the church, starting with Bartholemew Wright’s first fight with the vampires and, if you look from the west wall, leads very clearly into the pack’s battle with Vladimir Petrov – yes, of course, feel free to take a look,” he assured the group seriously as they began to move around him to peer up at the dome, trying to find the non-existent story. “You know the rules, just come back to me in half an hour,” he lectured, watching them disperse across the church with their flash cameras and focused expressions, half of them making a beeline for the west wall. Turning away from them briefly, checking the time on his phone, Baz was used to people ignoring him until they realised they couldn’t see any story at all, and was duly surprised when he glanced up and someone was right in front of him.
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“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” he exclaimed, briefly forgetting that he was in a church and was supposed to be a respectful yet oddly charming tour guide. Nevertheless, this person had appeared out of nowhere, so he felt he was allowed to be surprised- at least until he got a proper look at the other guy, narrowing his eyes. “You’re not in my tour group,” he started suspiciously, unsure if he was about to get someone who just wanted to hang onto the gang, correct him, or wanted a bribe. It was hard to tell.


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