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Kimothy · 06-13-2026, 06:52 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

None of this surprises him by the way. If there is one certainty in this world, it is that Ascella Archer will find a way to put a shiny sheen on anything. That and that her silly cap would be firmly in place. If it weren't, he'd be concerned. And Claude so rarely slipped into concern - not his vibe. He preferred unbothered, unconcerned, care-free, etcetera etcetera.

After helping a young couple, freshly married by the looks of it (they were sporting a pair of shiny rings and honeymoon smiles), the pompous snob turned to help the bird. Mouse. Bird-Mouse. Claude made little effort to hide his amusement. The permanent grin he wore in Cella's presense would be a staple today as well, to no one's surprise. "Hello to you too, birdy," he offered in greeting as he made his way over.

He reached over to pluck an imaginary feather from her 'coat' and as he inspected it, he shook his head. "No chickens today." What a strange sense of humor his bird-mouse friend possessed. "But, I do see a silly goose," he lifted a smug brow as he opened his palm and blew the invisible feather into her space.

Had she missed him? So terribly rude of uni to keep them apart. It was good then that he had plans to occupy the next couple of her weekends. More on that later.

"Coffee?" He offered her his cup. It was still full and he was nothing if not sickeningly polite and exceedingly good-natured.

Her birdie? Unbothered? Sure, Ascella can acknowledge that's how most others would perceive Claude, but this silly goose knew more than just ways to ruffle his feathers. There's a heart somewhere underneath those feather, birdie boo. She knows it!

"It's me, Granny Goose!" The whole performance of having the squeaky tone was all in the name of grandmother goosey right here. Which is a role that Cella quickly snapped out of the moment that was close enough to Claude for a.... well, she was going to give him a big hug but he had coffee in hand and she preferred that they both kept their clothes dry and caffeine-free.

Instead, she settled for a gentle hip bump. Such control, such minimal force! "Hi, birdie. I'm gonna want a hug when your coffee isn't full." Because Cella assumed it was if he spent sooo much time entertaining confused tourists and lovey dovey couples in sight. But she will indulge him in the invisible feather act, so she pretended to go all squinty and follow wherever the feather flew and landed. "We're a balding species because of you, did you know that?" Her poor feathers! All victims of Clucky Claude.

And, yes, she missed him! There was no shame in admitting that - but there was no need to, because she knew Claude knows, or at least he's pompous enough to assume she did (and he'd be correct, anyway).

"What did you get?" Cella asked about his coffee, now that he was offering it. "I only have my coffee when it's fun and sugary." She was going to guess his choice of drink right now. Was it black? Or a simple Americano? She didn't know how anyone survived the lack of added flavour, but to each their own!

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Kimothy Moke Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 8,997 Hogwarts RPG Name: Danica Voigt Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Miles Charlton Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Bisan Helena Bellaire Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Clementine Adams-Sayse Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Daciana Romanos Ravenclaw Third Year x12	soz strictly no insurance claims v sorry Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack None of this surprises him by the way. If there is one certainty in this world, it is that Ascella Archer will find a way to put a shiny sheen on anything. That and that her silly cap would be firmly in place. If it weren't, he'd be concerned. And Claude so rarely slipped into concern - not his vibe. He preferred unbothered, unconcerned, care-free, etcetera etcetera. After helping a young couple, freshly married by the looks of it (they were sporting a pair of shiny rings and honeymoon smiles), the pompous snob turned to help the bird. Mouse. Bird-Mouse. Claude made little effort to hide his amusement. The permanent grin he wore in Cella's presense would be a staple today as well, to no one's surprise. "Hello to you too, birdy," he offered in greeting as he made his way over. He reached over to pluck an imaginary feather from her 'coat' and as he inspected it, he shook his head. "No chickens today." What a strange sense of humor his bird-mouse friend possessed. *"But, I do see a silly goose,"* he lifted a smug brow as he opened his palm and blew the invisible feather into her space. Had she missed him? So terribly rude of uni to keep them apart. It was good then that he had plans to occupy the next couple of her weekends. More on that later. "Coffee?" He offered her his cup. It was still full and he was nothing if not sickeningly polite and exceedingly good-natured. Her birdie? Unbothered? Sure, Ascella can acknowledge that's how most others would perceive Claude, but this silly goose knew more than just ways to ruffle his feathers. There's a heart somewhere underneath those feather, birdie boo. She knows it! "It's me, Granny Goose!" The whole performance of having the squeaky tone was all in the name of grandmother goosey right here. Which is a role that Cella quickly snapped out of the moment that was close enough to Claude for a.... well, she was going to give him a big hug but he had coffee in hand and she preferred that they both kept their clothes dry and caffeine-free. Instead, she settled for a gentle hip bump. Such control, such minimal force! "Hi, birdie. I'm gonna want a hug when your coffee isn't full." Because Cella assumed it was if he spent sooo much time entertaining confused tourists and lovey dovey couples in sight. But she will indulge him in the invisible feather act, so she pretended to go all squinty and follow wherever the feather flew and landed. "We're a balding species because of you, did you know that?" Her poor feathers! All victims of Clucky Claude. And, yes, she missed him! There was no shame in admitting that - but there was no need to, because she knew Claude knows, or at least he's pompous enough to assume she did (and he'd be correct, anyway). "What did you get?" Cella asked about his coffee, now that he was offering it. "I only have my coffee when it's fun and sugary." She was going to guess his choice of drink right now. Was it black? Or a simple Americano? She didn't know how anyone survived the lack of added flavour, but to each their own! __________________ When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell..._________________________ _____________________...Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories