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Originally Posted by Kimothy  Ahem. Ascella wants it on the record that he had a bigger head than she did. To everything else, she would have to plead guilty. Thank you, kindly.
Yes, she loves the earth! And, wait— "Birdie!" Cella just could not the snickering that was escaping her mouth and totally ruining her entire act here. "Sssh, I'm shy and I have stage fright." With a well-placed stage whisper and as if to make up for being unable to keep a straight face, she widened her big blue eyes at him instead for the dramatic flare. Cella? Shy? Yeah, only if the planets stopped revolving the sun and rotating on their axes. But the rest of the world need not know that, right?
Cella gave his arm an affectionate squeeze at that. See! No pinchy pinch! She's so nice! But also, if he wasn't protesting in the first instance, then that only meant he was waiving his right to challenge her win. So. Yes. Cella's win! "Did you have a café in mind?" She'll be really honest. She's never ventured this particular street before. It's not everyday she was in London, okay? It was either Edinburgh and Belfast, and then the occasional (educational) beach trip.
Feathered boas, oh my! "Nah, I'd never bring those out for them," Cella grinned. "Your fin bros aren't that special. My boas are reserved for exceptional cases only." Like halloween parties, duh. "But also, they're clearly missing out." Boas for sure weren't on theme with formal parties anymore - it wasn't the Roaring Twenties. They're just for fun! Formal parties didn't always scream fun.
"You mean to say that two chickens in the wild aren't enough birds for you anymore? Wow, Clucky." She had to make a joke about the both of them. Birding? Really, Claude? The mental image the word projected was like... a peacock showing off its flashy feathers! That's not the vibes, although it was funny! "Yes, I have! When I'm not in the lab all day!" Claudy, please. He makes her sound like she hasn't snuck a kiss in between study group. Bigger? Claude could live with that. He hadn't received any complaints to date. His head was great. Perfectly proportional to the rest of his body. Cella could channel any and all future grievances to his mother, who is no longer with us. May she rest in peace.
Hm? Claude turned to look over at her, a slowww mischievous grin forming on his lips. "Shy?" he nearly choked. "You?" Unconvincing. "Come up with a better excuse next time, birdnerd," he whispered, leaning in. She can do better and they both know it. "But," because he is so kind and so gracious, "I'll let you have it this time." Soooo giving. "No show today, I fear! The lady is shy!" He shared her concerns with the rest of the square to round out their charade. Perhaps they had both missed their calling in acting. But unfortunately, there are already too many men in improv and Claude had pledged to do his part by steering clear. Some spaces simply did not need men: Improv, podcasts, honestly anything involving microphones tbh, women's healthcare, just to name a few. And so, Cella was their only hope for an Academy Award. Go Cella, go.
Besides, he knew his real strengths. Highest on the docket being his aptitude for sniffing out good coffee. Not that it mattered as he was fairly certain they could pop into any mediocre chain and keep Cella happy so long as she had three pumps of caramel and a whipped cream topping. Claude had standards though (despite how it may appear). "There's a new spot nearby. Just opened. Lots of specialty lattes." Something she'd find exciting, surely.
Back to the boas though. "They wouldn't appreciate the stylistic choice. It'd be wasted on them," he agreed with some overdone sadness. Oh how he loved to play it up for her. They were missing out, indeed. "Oh, I agree. Missing out in more ways than one." What boring lives they lived. Claude could never. He simply chose a means to an end. The Kevins of this world, however, thought they were embarking on the most important career in all of greater London. Who's gonna tell them that playing with monopoly money wasn't something worthy of 'bragging rights'.
And, for the record, birding is a fine hobby. What's so wrong with that, Cella? "Hm. We can brainstorm." So much talk of brains. Are brains the new birds?
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