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Kimothy · 06-16-2026, 09:14 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

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.

This just in! Ascella Archer makes Claude Botros-Giordano laugh the most! The world rejoices! His multiple admirers, however, do not. What a sad day for them. It's a good thing she was just the platonic love of his life! Also, it takes a nerd to know a nerd! Nerd.

But why oh why was he proclaiming such false accusations about her to the entire universe? Cella tried to pretend like this was an incredibly embarrassing ordeal - oh no, I'm a temptress caught in the act, what now! She had to conveniently gasp when he called her a feathered temptress, though. "No, no! Excuse me, I only use faux feathers." Cruelty-free accessories only. It's so important. "I do not condone false journalism, birdie. Any more and we will be taking the matter to Scotland Yard." Which was, by the way, just a few minutes walk away!

"No, I called you a chicken." Definitely not a ~~boar~~ bore. No silly goose allegations were being debunked today. Sorry to disappoint, Trafalgar Square (not sorry).

Cella would do a whole round of applause at his acceptance of her invite, but since she only had one free hand, she raised said hand and did a little clappy with her pointer finger and thumb. Teeny tiny clappy clap. "That's good. Although, if you decided not to join, I'd have named a seabird in your honour." And Cella would make sure to choose the flashiest yet clumsiest seabird of the flock. All just for him. How special! "I think your fin bros would hate to see me coming." She had to grin. How were they to fare around Brian Archer's nerdiest, always-asking-questions daughter? Cella thought it might be funny.

Only five minutes in and he's already mentioning another girl's name? This is grounds for divorce, Claudy. Cella had to tut jokingly. "If you need me to convince her, I fear you may be losing your touch." What?! Claude losing his charm?! "Do I need to find a date? I can't find a date that fast!" She tickled his arm at that, because she can.

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Kimothy Knarl Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 9,005 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	good day, yes it is. pls try again. Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack 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. This just in! Ascella Archer makes Claude Botros-Giordano laugh the most! The world rejoices! His multiple admirers, however, do not. What a sad day for them. It's a good thing she was just the platonic love of his life! Also, it takes a nerd to know a nerd! Nerd. But why oh why was he proclaiming such false accusations about her to the entire universe? Cella tried to pretend like this was an incredibly embarrassing ordeal - oh no, I'm a temptress caught in the act, what now! She had to conveniently gasp when he called her a feathered temptress, though. "*No, no! Excuse me, I only use faux* feathers." Cruelty-free accessories only. It's so important. "I do not condone false journalism, birdie. Any more and we will be taking the matter to Scotland Yard." Which was, by the way, just a few minutes walk away! "No, I called you a chicken." Definitely not a ~~boar~~ bore. No silly goose allegations were being debunked today. Sorry to disappoint, Trafalgar Square (not sorry). Cella would do a whole round of applause at his acceptance of her invite, but since she only had one free hand, she raised said hand and did a little clappy with her pointer finger and thumb. Teeny tiny clappy clap. "That's good. Although, if you decided not to join, I'd have named a seabird in your honour." And Cella would make sure to choose the flashiest yet clumsiest seabird of the flock. All just for him. How special! "I think your fin bros would hate to see me coming." She had to grin. How were they to fare around Brian Archer's nerdiest, always-asking-questions daughter? Cella thought it might be funny. Only five minutes in and he's already mentioning another girl's name? This is grounds for divorce, Claudy. Cella had to tut jokingly. "If you need me to convince her, I fear you may be losing your touch." What?! Claude losing his charm?! "Do I need to find a date? I can't find a date that fast!*" She tickled his arm at that, because she can. __________________ When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell...*_________________________ _____________________...Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories