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Kimothy · 06-14-2026, 04:09 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

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.

No, see, Ascella Archer would obviously disagree. He can deny it all he wants, but she could simply resort to her favourite method of ruffling feathers (read: tickling) until that heart of his finally showed itself.

Was that threatening enough?

But all the evidence she needed was that belly laugh from Claude himself. Yes, while there certainly wasn't a direct correlation between such a laugh and having a heart, anyone who knew Ascella Archer in major Nerd ModeTM would know that all it takes is a full presentation with slides and a citation list for her to be able to show you just how logically sound her point was. Anywho! She is of course happy she got to make him laugh. Thank you, thank you! She'll be here all day!

"I'm not doing aaanything, birdie! How's that my fault? No tempting going on here!" Except Cella was wiggling in place, mimicking the way some birds would ruffle their feathers. Where there was a Claude and a Cella, there was a whole performance. Trafalgar Square wasn't ready for it.

She had to make a teeny ick face, and then a pout, at the confirmation that he had nothing but sad, black coffee in his cup. Nope, not for her at all. "Plain coffee doesn't sound fun, Clucky." She would survive, like, three sips. It's just so sad! Hence, why she was sold by the idea of sugary goodness. "Okay. And then I'll collect my hug," Cella wiggled her brows as she accepted his arm, but not without sneaking a gentle little pinchy pinch on his forearm.

Hehe! Oops!

They would be the subject of regency scandal, these two. Let's be so real.

"Oh! Birdie, we're heading to Cornwall, like, next month if you wanna watch me survey the tides and look at nesting seabirds." Cella beamed up at him. It's not like the summer term when it was warm enough for swimming and sunbathing, but she'd always extended the invite to him.

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Kimothy Moke Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 8,999 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	kindly press 0 to speak with our customer service agents instead :D Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack 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. No, see, Ascella Archer would obviously disagree. He can deny it all he wants, but she could simply resort to her favourite method of ruffling feathers (read: tickling) until that heart of his finally showed itself. Was that threatening enough? But all the evidence she needed was that belly laugh from Claude himself. Yes, while there certainly wasn't a direct correlation between such a laugh and having a heart, anyone who knew Ascella Archer in major Nerd ModeTM would know that all it takes is a full presentation with slides and a citation list for her to be able to show you just how logically sound her point was. Anywho! She is of course happy she got to make him laugh. Thank you, thank you! She'll be here all day! "I'm not doing aaanything, birdie! How's that my fault? No tempting going on here!" Except Cella was wiggling in place, mimicking the way some birds would ruffle their feathers. Where there was a Claude and a Cella, there was a whole performance. Trafalgar Square wasn't ready for it. She had to make a teeny ick face, and then a pout, at the confirmation that he had nothing but sad, black coffee in his cup. Nope, not for her at all. "Plain coffee doesn't sound fun, Clucky." She would survive, like, three sips. It's just so sad! Hence, why she was sold by the idea of sugary goodness. "Okay. And then I'll collect my hug," Cella wiggled her brows as she accepted his arm, but not without sneaking a gentle little pinchy pinch on his forearm. Hehe! Oops! They would be the subject of regency scandal, these two. Let's be so real. "Oh! Birdie, we're heading to Cornwall, like, next month if you wanna watch me survey the tides and look at nesting seabirds." Cella beamed up at him. It's not like the summer term when it was warm enough for swimming and sunbathing, but she'd always extended the invite to him. __________________ When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell..._________________________ _____________________...Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories