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ArianaBlack · 06-13-2026, 10:28 PM

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Originally Posted by Kimothy

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!

A heart? Mm, no, she had him mistaken with another birdie boo. Claude hadn't come with one of those. A manufacturer's error or something of the like. Fortunately, his feathery companion had enough heart for them both. As such, he'd refer all further inquiries to her. Ur welcome XOXO.

Granny Goose received a full on, belly laugh from Claude A. B. G. Shame she didn't go for the hug. Claude was a good-natured boy of many talents. Surely he could've managed keeping his balance. "Naturally," he agreed, eyes unmistakably twinkling.

"You shouldn't go around tempting people with your unruffled feathers then. Have you ever thought about that, Goosey Gran?" Where had this strange feathered saga come from in the first place? The jokes were fowl.

As for their estrangement and Cella's feelings of such, he both knew andassumed. Get you a guy who can do both. And they say all finance bros are the same.

"You won't like this then," he nodded slowly, retracting his coffee, before leaning in conspiratorially to admit, "I'm a purist." On occasion he'd go for a macchiato or even a flat white, but this one? Just your average pour over. Coffee snob Claude. "Want to go for a stroll? We can find you something syrupy sweet." He offered his arm. "My treat."

A stroll around the square - a promenade, if you will. They would have done numbers in a regency era marriage of convenience.

06-13-2026, 10:28 PM	#33 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #47a59c Posts: 13,759 Hogwarts RPG Name: Asena Kaplan Hufflepuff Fourth Year x10 x1	um. how rude. doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by Kimothy 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! A heart? Mm, no, she had him mistaken with another birdie boo. Claude hadn't come with one of those. A manufacturer's error or something of the like. Fortunately, his feathery companion had enough heart for them both. As such, he'd refer all further inquiries to her. Ur welcome XOXO. Granny Goose received a full on, belly laugh from Claude A. B. G. Shame she didn't go for the hug. Claude was a good-natured boy of many talents. Surely he could've managed keeping his balance. "Naturally," he agreed, eyes unmistakably twinkling. "You shouldn't go around tempting people with your unruffled feathers then. Have you ever thought about that, Goosey Gran?" Where had this strange feathered saga come from in the first place? The jokes were fowl. As for their estrangement and Cella's feelings of such, he both knew andassumed. Get you a guy who can do both. And they say all finance bros are the same. "You won't like this then," he nodded slowly, retracting his coffee, before leaning in conspiratorially to admit, "I'm a purist." On occasion he'd go for a macchiato or even a flat white, but this one? Just your average pour over. Coffee snob Claude. "Want to go for a stroll? We can find you something syrupy sweet." He offered his arm. "My treat." A stroll around the square - a promenade, if you will. They would have done numbers in a regency era marriage of convenience. __________________