SnitchSeeker.com - View Single Post

ArianaBlack · 06-16-2026, 04:06 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Kimothy

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.

Oh, don't tempt him with a good time. He'll expect follow through.

It isn't a difficult feat, making him laugh. Claude laughed often. It was, perhaps, the most impactful component of his skincare routine. Laughter keeps you young. Still, with this in mind, Ascella Archer had him laughing the most. Congratulations, kid. Add that to your resume alongside all the scientific research studies awards. But let the record show, most of the laughter came organically and not as a result of her timely puns. Nerd.

"No, no, no," he wagged his finger at her. Incorrigible. "A temptress you are indeed." He lifted a brow, challenging her to disagree again. "We may have to alert the press. The Daily Prophet's reporting a feathered temptress in Trafalgar Square! Cluck-clutch your pearls and hold on to your breeches, everyone." He used his best announcer voice as he warned those around him. He wasn't like this normally. She brought out the weird in him time and time again - did she know? See? All Cella's fault once again. She really must be stopped.

Again he laughed with her, "Are you calling me a bore?" He feigned a look of hurt as he drew his free hand over his heart. That's no way to speak to the platonic love of your life. But hurt aside, "You have yourself a deal."

Oh? How delightful. Claude so loved a scandal.

"Next month?" He pulled a face, like he was reaaally thinking about it. "Yeah, count me in. You know how much I love nesting seabirds." Or something like that. "I'd invite you to join my cohort for an excursion, but sadly the finance nights aren't all that interesting. Far too much networking." Besides, his classmates were all rather bland. Very .... singular, he mused as he led their way across the square and towards a bustling street full of promising cafes.

"Though, I was thinking, we should get up to some trouble this weekend. Maybe you could even help me convince Nikita to abandon her books to join us for a cheeky weekend bender? Make it a party." Not that he needed help convincing Nikita of anything. He could usually manage to wear her down if given enough time and space. But this was his way of letting Cella know that he wanted to invite her. Do something all together. All his favorite people existing together. Etceteraaaaaaa. And yes, he was one of his own favorite people. Argue with the wall.

06-16-2026, 04:06 AM	#35 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #47a59c Posts: 13,761 Hogwarts RPG Name: Asena Kaplan Hufflepuff Fourth Year x10 x1	hello, operator? i think this phone is broken doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by Kimothy 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. Oh, don't tempt him with a good time. He'll expect follow through. It isn't a difficult feat, making him laugh. Claude laughed often. It was, perhaps, the most impactful component of his skincare routine. Laughter keeps you young. Still, with this in mind, Ascella Archer had him laughing the most. Congratulations, kid. Add that to your resume alongside all the scientific research studies awards. But let the record show, most of the laughter came organically and not as a result of her timely puns. Nerd. "No, no, no," he wagged his finger at her. Incorrigible. "A temptress you are indeed." He lifted a brow, challenging her to disagree again. *"We may have to alert the press. The Daily Prophet's reporting a feathered temptress in Trafalgar Square! Cluck-clutch* your pearls and hold on to your breeches, everyone." He used his best announcer voice as he warned those around him. He wasn't like this normally. She brought out the weird in him time and time again - did she know? See? All Cella's fault once again. She really must be stopped. Again he laughed with her, "Are you calling me a bore?" He feigned a look of hurt as he drew his free hand over his heart. That's no way to speak to the platonic love of your life. But hurt aside, "You have yourself a deal." Oh? How delightful. Claude so loved a scandal. "Next month?" He pulled a face, like he was reaaally thinking about it. "Yeah, count me in. You know how much I love nesting seabirds." Or something like that. "I'd invite you to join my cohort for an excursion, but sadly the finance nights aren't all that interesting. Far too much networking."** Besides, his classmates were all rather bland. Very .... singular, he mused as he led their way across the square and towards a bustling street full of promising cafes. "Though, I was thinking, we should get up to some trouble this weekend. Maybe you could even help me convince Nikita to abandon her books to join us for a cheeky weekend bender? Make it a party." Not that he needed help convincing Nikita of anything. He could usually manage to wear her down if given enough time and space. But this was his way of letting Cella know that he wanted to invite her. Do something all together. All his favorite people existing together. Etceteraaaaaaa. And yes, he was one of his own favorite people. Argue with the wall. __________________