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Kimothy · 07-13-2026, 07:41 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

No, you see. Claude preferred asking questions. He'd leave the answering to other, more forthcoming folk. It was much more fun that way.

Furthermore, the performance was only unwanted because it was free. Once they started charging, people would pay up in response to their curiosity alone. The people yearn for being part of something. And community comes at the expense of exclusivity. Or something. In any case, she could have a 20% cut of the profit because he is generous. How fortunate. "Believe you?" He quirked a brow as if it were the most preposterous idea he had ever heard. "Oh, but I know better than to do that." As for hate? "So drama. I can't take you anywhere." Except for the coffee shop, which was just around the next corner btw.

Patience, young chickadee.

"So thaaaat's what it was supposed to be," he nodded. An impression. Mhm. Totally. He pinched her another time for good luck.

"So much," he agreed. "You know I'm a sucker for curves. I was actually thinking about marrying them." Demand Curves Botros-Giordano. They'd have such beautiful children. The world would be so lucky to be blessed by their many offspring. And, for the record, enjoying his studies wasn't something Claude had ever concerned himself with. Fortunately, he needn't spend much time memorizing to begin with. He could usually absorb the information after a few cursory readings and most anything he came face-to-face with could be understood with applied logic. Anyone who complained about business studies must not have any braincells to rub together.

But that was just Claude's opinion of course.

And who was he to judge?

He wouldn't even make an exception for his birdie? Okay, we see how it is. Cue sad face.

See, this is the fin bro in Claude speaking. No way would dear Cella Archer ever come up with something like that. She should leave all financial matters in his hands as he was better fitted. She will try to negotiate that 20% cut, though. Pay your talents better, Claudykins! "You keep breaking my heart today, birdie. First, you couldn't point me to the direction of chickens in the Square." Because she was in her Granny Goose shoes then, but still! "And now this!" By the way, any drama that Cella was tangled in was always purely his doing. Claude was good at ruffling her feathers, it's true.

"If you can't take me anywhere, then we can't do this again." Cella raised her left hand and wiggled her fingers on it - her brows were also wiggling. Did he know what she meant? The thing where a certain ~~fake~~ ring was involved? What can she say - she was feeling silly today. This was his fault. Always!

Yeah, she was baiting him. And what about it? Take the bait, Claude, there was a café barista they had to convince soon.

And the pinch? He was getting a pinch back. So very many pinches up Cella's sleeve today, he ought to be careful!

Sucker for— "Hey, what about me?!" Weren't they married where it mattered? At least for today? "Now that's grounds for divorce. I can't believe this is how I find out you've had your eyes elsewhere!" Poor Cella Archer. A loyal wife wronged by the love of her life - something like that. She was going to let go of the whole liking-his-studies thing now. He knew where she stood in this, but who was she to impose her beliefs on him, you know? Even when he was openly ~cheating on her with demand curves, she will support him. Duh. That's the way the birdie cookie crumbles.

Who was he to judge? Well. Some questions were best left unanswered. Cella had no qualms calling him out, but she was feeling extra gracious.

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Kimothy Moke Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 8,997 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 No, you see. Claude preferred asking questions. He'd leave the answering to other, more forthcoming folk. It was much more fun that way. Furthermore, the performance was only unwanted because it was free. Once they started charging, people would pay up in response to their curiosity alone. The people yearn for being part of something. And community comes at the expense of exclusivity. Or something. In any case, she could have a 20% cut of the profit because he is generous. How fortunate. "Believe you?" He quirked a brow as if it were the most preposterous idea he had ever heard. "Oh, but I know better than to do that." As for hate? *"So drama. I can't take you anywhere."* Except for the coffee shop, which was just around the next corner btw. Patience, young chickadee. "So thaaaat's what it was supposed to be," he nodded. An impression. Mhm. Totally. He pinched her another time for good luck. "So much," he agreed. "You know I'm a sucker for curves. I was actually thinking about marrying them." Demand Curves Botros-Giordano. They'd have such beautiful children. The world would be so lucky to be blessed by their many offspring. And, for the record, enjoying his studies wasn't something Claude had ever concerned himself with. Fortunately, he needn't spend much time memorizing to begin with. He could usually absorb the information after a few cursory readings and most anything he came face-to-face with could be understood with applied logic. Anyone who complained about business studies must not have any braincells to rub together. But that was just Claude's opinion of course. And who was he to judge? He wouldn't even make an exception for his birdie? Okay, we see how it is. Cue sad face. See, this is the fin bro in Claude speaking. No way would dear Cella Archer ever come up with something like that. She should leave all financial matters in his hands as he was better fitted. She will try to negotiate that 20% cut, though. Pay your talents better, Claudykins! "You keep breaking my heart today, birdie. First, you couldn't point me to the direction of chickens in the Square." Because she was in her Granny Goose shoes then, but still! "And now this!" By the way, any drama that Cella was tangled in was always purely his doing. Claude was good at ruffling her feathers, it's true. "If you can't take me anywhere, then we can't do this again." Cella raised her left hand and wiggled her fingers on it - her brows were also wiggling. Did he know what she meant? The thing where a certain ~~fake~~ ring was involved? What can she say - she was feeling silly today. This was his fault. Always! Yeah, she was baiting him. And what about it? Take the bait, Claude, there was a café barista they had to convince soon. And the pinch? He was getting a pinch back. So very many pinches up Cella's sleeve today, he ought to be careful! Sucker for— "Hey, what about me?!" Weren't they married where it mattered? At least for today? "*Now that's* grounds for divorce. I can't believe this is how I find out you've had your eyes elsewhere!*" Poor Cella Archer. A loyal wife wronged by the love of her life - something like that. She was going to let go of the whole liking-his-studies thing now. He knew where she stood in this, but who was she to impose her beliefs on him, you know? Even when he was openly ~cheating on her with demand curves, she will support him. Duh. That's the way the birdie cookie crumbles. Who was he to judge? Well. Some questions were best left unanswered. Cella had no qualms calling him out, but she was feeling extra gracious. __________________ When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell...*_________________________ _____________________...Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories