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ArianaBlack · 08-13-2026, 02:01 AM

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Originally Posted by Kimothy

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.

Smart girl. She likely wouldn't like anything that he and Nikita got up to. Even the bookshop stories were marked unsafe from Birdie Archer's ears. He'd spare her the details. So kind of him, really.

Best birdie by default? No, that didn't sound right. Besides, surely she couldn't want the win handed to her. Where's the fun in that? "Ah, my fault. I had assumed we were at the same skill baseline," he laughed, yeah yeah yeah. He could let her - just needed to call it to her attention first. And let it be known, Claude was always having fun in her presense. Read: All the laughter. As for Nikita mentions? Yes. He was going for a record. Sue him.

"You're so good to me, dear." Look, he hadn't planned for the evening either, but when you're able to snag the hottest dinner reservation in town, you take it as soon as you can get your hands on it. Claude was no amateur. Speaking of amateur - what was that kiss? No lips? Booooo. Tomato. Claude would've done it full on, but he knows Cella is more sensitive to these things. Besides, she'd likely blow it all up by pushing him away and laughing. Again, acting skills. They left something to be desired.

"I'm thinking at least enough to draft our very own football team. Though, I'd be satisfied with even more. How many nappies do you think you can fit into your bag?" He leaned over to peek at it. "How are you so smart. Do you see how smart she is? My soon-to-be wife?" He spoke to anyone who was close enough to hear. Soon-to-be, did they catch that? Important details.

Was there something wrong, dear Cella?

He followed up behind her, hand still happy where it was. For now, he stayed quiet, wearing a smile and let Cella do the initial talking. She was so good-natured and friendly, his fiancée.

08-13-2026, 02:01 AM	#53 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #47a59c Posts: 13,767 Hogwarts RPG Name: Asena Kaplan Hufflepuff Fourth Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by Kimothy 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. Smart girl. She likely wouldn't like anything that he and Nikita got up to. Even the bookshop stories were marked unsafe from Birdie Archer's ears. He'd spare her the details. So kind of him, really. Best birdie by default? No, that didn't sound right. Besides, surely she couldn't want the win handed to her. Where's the fun in that? "Ah, my fault. I had assumed we were at the same skill baseline," he laughed, yeah yeah yeah. He could let her - just needed to call it to her attention first. And let it be known, Claude was always having fun in her presense. Read: All the laughter. As for Nikita mentions? Yes. He was going for a record. Sue him. *"You're so good to me, dear."* Look, he hadn't planned for the evening either, but when you're able to snag the hottest dinner reservation in town, you take it as soon as you can get your hands on it. Claude was no amateur. Speaking of amateur - what was that kiss? No lips? Booooo. Tomato. Claude would've done it full on, but he knows Cella is more sensitive to these things. Besides, she'd likely blow it all up by pushing him away and laughing. Again, acting skills. They left something to be desired. "I'm thinking at least enough to draft our very own football team. Though, I'd be satisfied with even more. How many nappies do you think you can fit into your bag?" He leaned over to peek at it. "How are you so smart. Do you see how smart she is? My soon-to-be wife?" He spoke to anyone who was close enough to hear. Soon-to-be, did they catch that? Important details. Was there something wrong, dear Cella? He followed up behind her, hand still happy where it was. For now, he stayed quiet, wearing a smile and let Cella do the initial talking. She was so good-natured and friendly, his fiancée. __________________