| Ashwinder
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Originally Posted by Kimothy  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! Yes, yes it was. So mean and so horrible, Cella.
The pinch had Claude laughing again and surely at some point soon, the two of them would be flagged down by the police on a charge of public indecency for the way they were causing such a scene. Let it be a lesson to all who are listening, these two should never, ever be left alone together. Far too disruptive. "There is not a single soul on this planet who would believe that." Please. If Cella was shy, then Claude was humble. "And leave you with fomo? I'm many things, but I am not cruel," he put a hand to his heart. Besides, Claude didn't have room in his university residence for an Academy Award. He was a minimalist.
"Alright, follow my lead," which she seemed to be doing already. Tour guide Claude here to help you find all the sugary coffee your heart desires. Patron saint of coffee, this one. Ur welcome.
"Steal?" He looked positively aghast. "That doesn't sound like me at all." Feathers, motorcycles, minutes on your cellphone bills ... he kept his hands to himself. Always. Patron saint of not stealing, this one. As for where he found his entertainment in the world of finance boars? Easy. "The drama, of course," he shrugged. Eavesdropping is one of his most coveted hobbies. As is piecing together context clues, asking just the right questions, making important third-party connections. Someone's father embezzling money, the innocent boy next door cheating on his partner, another caught with his notes out during an exam. He found ways to have fun. Entertainment is always around if you know the right places to go looking for it. And when you couldn't find it, you created it. He was good at that also.
Mm. "I'll give you that one, yeah," he agreed graciously.
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