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Originally Posted by Kimothy  He could always deny it if anyone made such claims! But gee, guess the quote 'bird(ie)s of a feather flock together' meant nothing to him. It's quite alright. Cella was used to being the only outwardly affectionate person in this relationship.
Cella was always the brains while Claude was the numbers. It's true. But she can be just as persistent as he was, and he should know she will be bring her references and footnotes when negotiating for herself! "Yes! Broken! Ouch!" Cella made a little pout and whimper to show just how broken. Sometimes the pathos trumped the ethos, and she was so leaning into that right now. "But you out of everyone here would know how to mend my poor achey heart." Did Cella know that they were thinking of very different methodologies? Perhaps so, but whatever. It didn't matter at the moment, now that they were so close to the café where the real magic happens.
She wasn't sure if Claude was talking about a reservation in a café anymore, by the way. Did people need to make those just to enter a café now? Whatever happened to randomly walking in and romanticising life with the smell of freshly ground coffee beans in the air? "Well, it's a good thing you can make it up to me and my broken heart..." Cella said as she untangled her arm from Claude's, plucking a shiny white gold band (with a very much transfigured gem) from her right ring finger and slipping it onto her left hand counterpart. Character mode: On. "...And that I'm your forever plus-one, honey." She said it in such a serious tone that nobody would ever believe her if she said she was internally laughing and gagging at herself for this.
This was hers and Claude's birdie world, and everyone else was just simply living in it. What a world it was - full of celebration for the ~newly engaged.
Side chicks? Why, no, no! Why would they be talking about these things during such a great day?! "I don't want to talk about your past, darling. It is now just you, me, and our beautiful future together." Demand curves? Did Cella know what who those were? This locked-down version of Ascella Archer did not! "Why would I be seeing green? I'm the one with the ring." Right?? No version of Cella Archer - whether the real one or the present lover one - would ever be the jealous type. Really! Ask anyone!
Show time, birdie? Well, she knew how he felt about clichés. U rock never change, Cella!!! And look, Claude could be affectionate when he wanted to be, just ask Nikita!
Let the record show, he admired the attention to detail. Bring it on, Ascella Archer. May the best birdie win. "Terrible acting," he lifted a very judgmental Claude-grade brow before shaking his head at her. If she wanted to convince anyone, she'd have to do a bit better than that. Dear Merlin, hopefully her negotiating skills were far better than her acting ones. Otherwise, what's the point? There's no fun when it's easy. "It's true, I'm a man of many skills and talents." And that's all he'd say on that. Though, if she'd like more references, Nikita could provide one for this claim as well.
And of course he wasn't speaking about the café. For someone so intelligent, Cella certainly caught herself in the minutiae of it all sometimes. He'd catch her up later, when he forwarded her the calendar invite for their upcoming dinner res. Now. Circling back to the acting skills. Fortunately, Cella's more practiced characters were far more believable. It helped that the band she wore was just-so darling. He had done good, hadn't he, boys? "I should say that in my vows!" For his part, Claude played the idiot fiancé role so well. He even punctuated the realization with a slap to his own forehead. Child's play.
"And babies. We're going to have so many of those, I hope. I think I'd like to drive a mini-van." Perhaps his adoptive father was right, he really should have gone into acting. "Well, because I was thinking of getting you another ring. It was meant to be a surprise though. A ruby - or are those red?" Engaged, golden retriever Claude didn't know the difference between Rubies and Emeralds. Someone better help him out. Better yet, someone better offer him a free 'just engaged' pastry. Maybe that'd help restore his understanding of precious gemstones. If nothing else, it'd put a big ol' smile on his face.
Anyway, he moved his hand to rest it on her .. back pocket.
Did someone say showtime?
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