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Kimothy · 06-17-2026, 07:50 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Yeah, yeah. He did admit to it, yes. Perhaps he ought to take it back before it went to her head. Though, he'd be interested in seeing how she faired next to his 'multiple admirers'. She mentioned them oh so often. Claude, however, had no idea who she was referring to. He was just a guy. (Nerd). Clearly someone is jealous. Don't worry, snitchseeker. He won't say who.

"Environmentally conscious, but a temptress still," he tutted, enjoying her London acting debut full-on. First the square, next ... the West End with a simple swap of her micropipettes for a microphone ? Claude would snag a set of front row seats. It was important to support your friends. Even if they were bird nerds. "You wouldn't really turn me in, would you, birdie?" Again, he looked hurt. Oh, how cruel she was to him. Even after everything they have been through together. Is that really how one ought to treat their best and most good-looking friend?

HA. Boar. "Well played," he acquiesced with a bow of his head. Battle, not the war. FYI.

"That's very romantic of you." Who needs stars when you could have seabirds? He was touched. As for his brothers in Christian Dior. "Oh, they wouldn't know how to handle themselves. I'm sure you'd scare the living--" Hm. "That's not a bad idea. I think we ought to bring you around next time." He'd love to see them flounder tbh. Cella would be a breath of fresh air. Nepotism hour could use some of that. "If you're keen of course." The suits were a stuffy time, but they could post-game with something delightful.

Grounds for divorce? Please. Cella knew him well enough to know the conditions of their relationship. She had read the fine print and signed the documents as an informed participant. And while he didn't need the help in convincing Nikita, he thought he was meant to count on Cella's support as his platonic partner in life. Maybe that is grounds for divorce. "Are the birds not flocking to you in mass? I'd find it difficult to believe you couldn't find someone in a pinch." Why? Because she was Cella. That's why.

Too late, she was going to wear this achievement like some prefect badge with pride. He can have as many admirers as he wants and is willing to entertain (read: all) but Cella knows he'll only have one birdie in this life. That's her! ~~He's the nerd~~.

"It's very important to give emphasis. I love the earth! We love the earth!" Yes, she was so bringing him into this. Without their planet, there would be no place else for their shenanigans - and for both her micropipettes and microphones. A girl can be many things! As to his question, Cella's absolutely mature-big-girl response was sticking her tongue out at him. That's her answer. He will have to deal with it.

Plus, she likes to collect her wins. Another one, thank you! "And because I won, that means you get to choose which café we're going to." Cella was very generous, you see. Likewise, it was always the better decision to make him decide where to get anything coffee-related. This birdie did not have much standards when it came to the beans and the roast and the whatever, so long as she got her sugary treat.

Romantic? Oh yes, that's her right here! Of course! You should see how she takes great care of the underwater camera she bought (with her own money!) for her field days. So loved, so babied. Cella wiggled her free pointy finger like a little pompom in the air, but immediately stopped to poke at his side when he goes to describe her scaring something out of his classmates. "Hey!" She let out a laugh, but the mental image was slowly demystifying. Claude's uni pals trying to mansplain, what, the stock exchange to her, as if she had no idea what maths or supply and demand were. The latter may not be her strong suit, but come on. "Do I have to dress up, too?" Because then she'd need time to figure that out. Rarely did Cella get the opportunity to dress up fancy when she was always in a lab coat or some sun gear.

Yeah, yeah, yeah! Of course she knew. It didn't mean she couldn't tease about it. Didn't he read the fine print of her counteroffer to their contract? Tsk. "Only seabirds around me these days, birdie. And then, remember that girl from the party we went to a few months ago? We texted a bit, but then she didn't get any of my puns." Ariana was nice, though. They were friends until that conversation kinda just...faded. Yikes.

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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	Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Yeah, yeah. He did admit to it, yes. Perhaps he ought to take it back before it went to her head. Though, he'd be interested in seeing how she faired next to his 'multiple admirers'. She mentioned them oh so often. Claude, however, had no idea who she was referring to. He was just a guy. (Nerd). Clearly someone is jealous. Don't worry, snitchseeker. He won't say who. "Environmentally conscious, but a temptress still," he tutted, enjoying her London acting debut full-on. First the square, next ... the West End with a simple swap of her micropipettes for a microphone ? Claude would snag a set of front row seats. It was important to support your friends. Even if they were bird nerds. "You wouldn't really turn me in, would you, birdie?" Again, he looked hurt. Oh, how cruel she was to him. Even after everything they have been through together. Is that really how one ought to treat their best and most good-looking friend? HA. Boar. "Well played," he acquiesced with a bow of his head. Battle, not the war. FYI. "That's very romantic of you." Who needs stars when you could have seabirds? He was touched. As for his brothers in Christian Dior. "Oh, they wouldn't know how to handle themselves. I'm sure you'd scare the living--" Hm. "That's not a bad idea. I think we ought to bring you around next time." He'd love to see them flounder tbh. Cella would be a breath of fresh air. Nepotism hour could use some of that. "If you're keen of course." The suits were a stuffy time, but they could post-game with something delightful. Grounds for divorce? Please. Cella knew him well enough to know the conditions of their relationship. She had read the fine print and signed the documents as an informed participant. And while he didn't need the help in convincing Nikita, he thought he was meant to count on Cella's support as his platonic partner in life. Maybe that is grounds for divorce. "Are the birds not flocking to you in mass? I'd find it difficult to believe you couldn't find someone in a pinch." Why? Because she was Cella. That's why. Too late, she was going to wear this achievement like some prefect badge with pride. He can have as many admirers as he wants and is willing to entertain (read: all) but Cella knows he'll only have one birdie in this life. That's her! ~~He's the nerd~~. "It's very important to give emphasis. I love the earth! We love the earth!" Yes, she was so bringing him into this. Without their planet, there would be no place else for their shenanigans - and for both her micropipettes and microphones. A girl can be many things! As to his question, Cella's absolutely mature-big-girl response was sticking her tongue out at him. That's her answer. He will have to deal with it. Plus, she likes to collect her wins. Another one, thank you! "And because I won, that means you get to choose which café we're going to." Cella was very generous, you see. Likewise, it was always the better decision to make him decide where to get anything coffee-related. This birdie did not have much standards when it came to the beans and the roast and the whatever, so long as she got her sugary treat. Romantic? Oh yes, that's her right here! Of course! You should see how she takes great care of the underwater camera she bought (with her own money!) for her field days. So loved, so babied. Cella wiggled her free pointy finger like a little pompom in the air, but immediately stopped to poke at his side when he goes to describe her scaring something out of his classmates. "*Hey!" She let out a laugh, but the mental image was slowly demystifying. Claude's uni pals trying to mansplain, what, the stock exchange to her, as if she had no idea what maths or supply and demand were. The latter may not be her strong suit, but come on. "Do I have to dress up, too?" Because then she'd need time to figure that out. Rarely did Cella get the opportunity to dress up fancy when she was always in a lab coat or some sun gear. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Of course she knew. It didn't mean she couldn't tease about it. Didn't he read the fine print of her counteroffer to their contract? Tsk. "Only seabirds around me these days, birdie. And then, remember that girl from the party we went to a few months ago? We texted a bit, but then she didn't get any of my puns." Ariana was nice, though. They were friends until that conversation kinda just...faded. Yikes. __________________ When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell...*_________________________ _____________________...Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories