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Kimothy · 08-06-2026, 07:51 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

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?

It's fine. Birdie Archer knew her place now. He need not rub more salt to her wounds. Also, Cella will not be asking Nikita anything Claude-related - especially one regarding affection.

And did he know that Ascella Archer was the best birdie by default? You're so welcome, Claude! "Not all of us came out of the womb holding an Oscar, birdie." She knew her acting wasn't on his skill level, but can't he just let her? Have a little fun, Claudykins! Because this Archer girl was! Again, she won't be asking his not-girlfriend about anything. Merlin, birdie, was he trying to reach a world record of Nikita mentions or something?

Look. Cella wasn't aware that there would be evening plans today. All she knew was that they'd be meeting in Trafalgar at this time, and then they would let the rest of the day and the winds dictate their course of action. A café visit was natural, so was acting as newly-engaged weirdos because they did this so often. But a dinner reservation was deliberate on his part and she didn't know about it! No matter, though, they weren't Cella&Claude now. They were future Mr. and Mrs. Birdie. "You're right, honey! Don't forget that. I'll help you proofread it later, how does that sound?" And she was going to sell the role, too, because Cella leaned into audibly smack his cheek. No lips involved, no. It was basically a tap on his skin, it was almost fake.

Except! It! Wasn't! Fake! DUH! Her silly, so very silly fiancé. It's a good thing he was…tall.

Also, babies?! Out-of-character Cella would have howled at this mention, but in-character she hid it well with a timed affectionate chuckle. "Road trips every weekend? Oh, honey, we will have to load up on nappies every other day." That's how many babies they'll be having! Such a fruitful union, this one. "Another ring? Wow, you really do love me! And yes, my love, rubies are red. Remember, they start with the same letter." So helpful, so devoted, she was. It didn't matter that she had to remind him every fortnight!

Cella threw Claude a quick side eye for the hand placement, by the way. It was so quick that nobody else would've noticed!

All for the love of the game.

Pushing the café door open, Ascella 'Mrs. Birdie' Archer beamed up at the barista in front. "LOVELY day, everyone!" The former Hufflepuff chirped in her strong Irish accent for practically the entire café to hear.

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Kimothy Knarl Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 9,005 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 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? It's fine. Birdie Archer knew her place now. He need not rub more salt to her wounds. Also, Cella will not be asking Nikita anything Claude-related - especially one regarding affection. And did he know that Ascella Archer was the best birdie by default? You're so welcome, Claude! "Not all of us came out of the womb holding an Oscar, birdie." She knew her acting wasn't on his skill level, but can't he just let her? Have a little fun, Claudykins! Because this Archer girl was! Again, she won't be asking his not-girlfriend about anything. Merlin, birdie, was he trying to reach a world record of Nikita mentions or something? Look. Cella wasn't aware that there would be evening plans today. All she knew was that they'd be meeting in Trafalgar at this time, and then they would let the rest of the day and the winds dictate their course of action. A café visit was natural, so was acting as newly-engaged weirdos because they did this so often. But a dinner reservation was deliberate on his part and she didn't know about it! No matter, though, they weren't Cella&Claude now. They were future Mr. and Mrs. Birdie. "You're right, honey! Don't forget that. I'll help you proofread it later, how does that sound?" And she was going to sell the role, too, because Cella leaned into audibly smack his cheek. No lips involved, no. It was basically a tap on his skin, it was almost fake. Except! It! Wasn't! Fake! DUH! Her silly, so very silly fiancé. It's a good thing he was…tall. Also, babies?! Out-of-character Cella would have howled at this mention, but in-character she hid it well with a timed affectionate chuckle. "Road trips every weekend? Oh, honey, we will have to load up on nappies every other day." That's how many babies they'll be having! Such a fruitful union, this one. "Another ring? Wow, you really do love me! And yes, my love, rubies are red. Remember, they start with the same letter." So helpful, so devoted, she was. It didn't matter that she had to remind him every fortnight! Cella threw Claude a quick side eye for the hand placement, by the way. It was so quick that nobody else would've noticed! All for the love of the game. Pushing the café door open, Ascella 'Mrs. Birdie' Archer beamed up at the barista in front. "LOVELY day, everyone!" The former Hufflepuff chirped in her strong Irish accent for practically the entire café to hear. __________________ When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell..._________________________ _____________________...Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories