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[i][color=slateblue]"...Ton visage ne sera jamais entier, comme tu regardes au-dehors, J'emporte un portrait dévoré, douleur destin bord à bord..."[/color][/i] Renè sang along rather quietly to the music; more muttering the words as opposed to actually matching the tune. His painting needed only a few finishing touches; and he needed what attention he had mainly focused on it. It was - yet another - portrait, using oil paints; his currently favourite medium. Renè had taken to getting random pictures from books in his home or from the internet, and using them as models. Some were famous; some were unknown to him - it didn't really matter. It was just a way to keep him in practice when real inspiration hit him.

Which... hadn't happened in a while, but he was hardly one to complain.

In no time at all, the portrait was finished, his music had stopped playing, and his stomach was rather empty - and making it's emptiness know to him.

Rather than cleaning up and making his stomach wait even longer for food, Renè simply made do with replacing his paint-spattered vest with a clean sweatshirt. The smears of colour dotted around his face and arms could wait; eggs and bacon were a calling.
It was no surprise to find at least one of his parents awake, particularly his Father; although officially retired, the man was restless without work; Renè wouldn't be surprised - nor annoyed - if he returned to his once daily routine in the world of fashion.

[color=slateblue]"Bonjour."[/color] To a stranger, it could be seen as a blunt greeting - but it was just the way Renè worked. No point adding more words than that.

[color=f51d34]"Good morning"[/color] replied Aron, without looking round. He had been carefully mulling over an important problem as he shuffled the bacon around in the pan. It involved lace, leather and the problems involved with making the two fashionable at the same time. He internally debated ignoring René in favour of further consideration but had to admit that that sort of attitude was exactly what had gotten them to this state.

Instead, he stubbed out his cigarette and turned around to smile at René. With one hand he snatched up a mug and with the other he poured a steaming mug of coffee, before sliding it over to the younger man. [color=f51d34]"Did you sleep well?"[/color]

Returning a half-smile to Aron, Renè decided it was shaping up to an alright morning; coffee, bacon, and his Dad was being amicable. Not that the man was rude to him very often, but he did sometimes appear to be stuck in his own world - one thing they had in common.
[color=slateblue]"Pretty well - the bed's here are nicer than the ones back in New York."[/color] Sipping his coffee, Renè glanced around the kitchen before back to his father. Although having lived in the place for a few months, Renè was still getting used to the house; let alone the community. [color=slateblue]"Yourself?"[/color]

Aron shrugged. [color=f51d34]"Not too badly. I must admit that without work, I never feel tired any more, so sleep sometimes eludes me. Still, all the more reason to find something else to properly occupy my time, no?"[/color] He seemed to look into the middle distance for a moment before hearing the bacon sizzle. Spinning back to it, he expertly whipped it from the pan and dropped it onto some presliced bread with some meagre strips of lettuce.

With this bounty, he returned to the table and took a seat next to his own mug. After covering his BLT with copious amounts of the third ingredient, he looked again to René. [color=f51d34]"Do you have a plan for the day?"[/color]

[color=slateblue]"Nothing set in stone."[/color] Setting his mug down and heading towards the fridge, Renè removed some eggs, more bacon, and mustard; who needed lettuce and tomato when you have the good old spicy spread? 

[color=slateblue]"I've just finished my painting - can't start another one so soon, so that's out."[/color] He paused in his speech as he threw some cracked eggs and bacon into the already hot pan, prodding the eggs slightly as they popped on the oil. [color=slateblue]"What about you? Thought of anything to... occupy your time?"[/color] He did ask for a reason - his father had retired to spend more time with the family. Renè figured perhaps it was time they did... something together. While he'd had more than a few activities with his mother, any shared time was rarely on entertainment when it came to his father.

[color=f51d34]"I've a few matters I really must attend to, little favours called in from the office, you know how it is, but that shouldn't take too long. I thought I would take Shutzy for a walk after that and then perhaps to the stables?"[/color] Aron cocked an eyebrow gently. He knew that there were few things that caught René's interest like horses.

The office - there was the work. Again, Renè could hardly complain for Aron's love of work. He'd come from a hard-working background himself; understood the new for it. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips at the mention of Shutzy - of all the dogs he personally would like, a poodle wasn't at the top of said list; but Shutzy was a sweetheart. No burmese python, but definitely a sweetheart.

[i][color=slateblue]"Hm... the stables?"[/color][/i] Ooh, now there was a fun concept. Renè had a deep love of horses, perhaps even moreso than snakes - but he'd rarely had such a chance to spend time with them. A few riding lessons for a rare treat as a young child, but nothing beyond that. However, if he was wanting to go with Aron, it would seem he would have to make that first step - for any other adopted teenage boy, it could be a hard thing to ask. 

[color=slateblue]"If you go, could I join you? I haven't seen the stables just yet."[/color] Well, he hadn't even been inside the country club yet - he wasn't the type to go to such places, despite the money of his family.

With a smile, Aron inclined his head. [color=f51d34]"But of course. They have quite an array of mounts there, very impressive specimens. I've been learning to ride for formal examinations and presentations of skill, it's very interesting."[/color] There followed a few moments of silence as the eggs sizzled in the pan and Aron sipped his coffee. Then he looked up and swore quietly in Polish.

[color=f51d34]"I'd almost forgotten, a young man delivered an invitation this morning to a Charity Art Exhibition. I don't suppose you'd be prepared to tag along? I don't want to suffer through the dreary conversation of the neighbours alone."[/color]

Fishing the eggs out of the pan while the yolk remained runny, Renè paused again. Although he did enjoy art, he rarely admired modern art. To him, it was one of the worst things to come of pretension and too much money; seeing a dot upon a blank canvas and purchasing it for millions. Silly. Still, there was the potential of decent art work at this exhibition, and he was never one to shy away from charity. Additionally, there was the "dreary conversation". Aron seemed to detest it in an odd amount for a famous fashion guru.

[color=slateblue]"Suppose so. Just don't leave me alone with a cougar, all right?"[/color] He agreed with a light joke - although he wasn't wrong. There were plenty of them prowling around town, after all. 

Aron chuckled, wagging a finger at René and grinning. [color=f51d34]"Oh, I'm sure there'll be someone more your own age, many cougars have had cubs at some point in their life."[/color] The smile stayed on his face for a few seconds and then dropped and turned to a frown, as his thoughts turned to an exception; Estella.

[color=f51d34]"That's settled then."[/color] he said, a little brusquely. [color=f51d34]"I'll finish the day's business, walk the dog then we'll go and see a man about a horse. And in exchange, you'll accompany me to the exhibition. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must take your mother some breakfast."[/color] So saying, he gathered up a plate with bacon, eggs and some toast, along with a mug of coffee, and walked off up the stairs.

Renè nodded in agreement, wondering vaguely as to whether his Mother would be joining them or not - usually, they were happy (Or, perhaps not happy, but willing) to leave him while the pair went to these often extravagant events. Deciding he'd just have to wait and see, Renè finished constructing his own breakfast before heading off upstairs - popping into one of the spare rooms to check on his snakes. They were getting big now; particularly Toulouse, the burmese python. Clearly aroused by the smell coming from his own breakfast, Renè dropped a few dead mice into each of the separate terrariums before retreating back to his own room to eat. Looked like he had a bigger day ahead of him than he first anticipated.