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Kimothy · 06-21-2026, 07:10 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

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?

No, she much preferred airing her concerns to him directly. Sorry, not sorry, to his mother. Was that mean to say to a person who was no longer with us?

And just as Cella anticipated that grin on his face, she perfectly timed yet another pinchy pinch on his arm, the pressure growing the same way his grin did, and then grinned back. "Super shy. That's me." What? She's incredibly convincing! "No excuse had to be made." Because it was true! But... "Oh no, you can't leave the audience disappointed. You will have to do a solo performance to make up for my incapacity." Mhm. Cella nodded to herself, like she was concurring with herself. She's always right, and if there was any man Cella would allow to steal her Academy Award, it would be her platonic husbirdie. The win of one is the win of them both, so it works!

Uhm! Listen! Cella enjoyed sugar, but it needed to be tasty sugar! She did have some standards when it came to coffee too - the factor being it should be able to keep her awake. What's the point of caffeine if she wouldn't last until at least 2AM? And yes, she absolutely had lab reports to work on after their bird date today. Life goes on! "Ooooh. Count me in." Specialty lattes sounded like something right up her alley, indeed.

"And no feathers for you to steal during these parties?" Cella pretended to be horrified by the thought of the lack of birdie fun in Claude's fin bro endeavours. "How do you keep yourself entertained, birdie?" Sure, Claude was a social being and pretty much a human chameleon blending with any kind of crowd, but Cella liked to think there must be something else holding his interest. Or perhaps she was already making such a negative connotation of his classmates, who she's never met, in her head because, well, one cannot deny the optics of studying finance. Maybe she should give them a chance! (Says optimistic Cella Archer.)

Nothing, nothing! "I'm very good at that." Brainstorming! Brainy Cella-ism! More of that, thank you!

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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	Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack 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? No, she much preferred airing her concerns to him directly. Sorry, not sorry, to his mother. Was that mean to say to a person who was no longer with us? And just as Cella anticipated that grin on his face, she perfectly timed yet another pinchy pinch on his arm, the pressure growing the same way his grin did, and then grinned back. "Super shy. That's me." What? She's incredibly convincing! "No excuse had to be made." Because it was true! But... "Oh no, you can't leave the audience disappointed. You will have to do a solo performance to make up for my incapacity." Mhm. Cella nodded to herself, like she was concurring with herself. She's always right, and if there was any man Cella would allow to steal her Academy Award, it would be her platonic husbirdie. The win of one is the win of them both, so it works! Uhm! Listen! Cella enjoyed sugar, but it needed to be tasty sugar! She did have some standards when it came to coffee too - the factor being it should be able to keep her awake. What's the point of caffeine if she wouldn't last until at least 2AM? And yes, she absolutely had lab reports to work on after their bird date today. Life goes on! "Ooooh. Count me in." Specialty lattes sounded like something right up her alley, indeed. "And no feathers for you to steal during these parties?" Cella pretended to be horrified by the thought of the lack of birdie fun in Claude's fin bro endeavours. "How do you keep yourself entertained, birdie?" Sure, Claude was a social being and pretty much a human chameleon blending with any kind of crowd, but Cella liked to think there must be something else holding his interest. Or perhaps she was already making such a negative connotation of his classmates, who she's never met, in her head because, well, one cannot deny the optics of studying finance. Maybe she should give them a chance! (Says optimistic Cella Archer.) Nothing, nothing! "I'm very good at that." Brainstorming! Brainy Cella-ism! More of that, thank you! __________________ When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell..._________________________ _____________________...Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories