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Kimothy · 08-22-2026, 07:13 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

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.

FYI. Birdie Archer would never want to know any of his bookstore stories. Ever. She would never know for sure what happens, but it certainly was for the best she didn't. Some things were better left in the dark. It's called self-preservation.

Yeah? And yet it's still a win against him! That's what's fun! Cella had to snort at his remark, though. He was certainly implying that he was better at acting - which was true, hands down - but oh how unapologetic he was! "Your head needs massive deflating." It's a good thing Cella would happily do it, free of charge. She's so kind! But unfortunately she didn't have enough funds to hire a proper good lawyer to sue him, so he can go reach that world record all he wants. Mhm.

"That's because you deserve the best, sugar boo." Best fiancée. Best company. Best name of endearment too, apparently. Don't ask Cella where sugar boo came from. She didn't know either. She was entirely possessed by the spirit of Birdie Archer. Except for the kiss, because that's not happening. Cella wouldn't mind a smooch for the funsies with anyone, but she thought sharing one with Claude even as a joke was weird. He's basically family, okay!

Football?! Real life Cella Archer would shove him for that suggestion. So so so many! So unrealistic! But she's not Cella Archer right now, remember? She is future Mrs. Birdie, and future Mrs. Birdie was an absolute mother hen (hah!). "What kind of football? I was thinking Australian. They've got eighteen players per team." Personally knowing the most random trivia was sometimes useful in this acting game! Love being a brainaic! And eighteen was a wonderful number! "I can fit as many as we want in here, darling. She's charmed. She's infinite." That probably came out ridiculous to muggles, but it's true that Cella did have her bag modified with an undetectable extension charm. One can never have too much space in their bag.

His soon-to-be wife! "That's me, yeah." Cella made sure to clarify with the barista, whose eyebrows had certainly been raised high enough that they got lost in his fringe, perhaps at the absurdity that was these two clucking idiots of an engaged couple he now had to deal as customers. "Hi, there. I'd like a—ooOHH, this one!" Cella slammed a finger against the photo of an iced blended mocha drink with a full whipped cream top and sprinkles on the menu. And yes, she was using her hand with the RING. Can you see this ring, barista boy? Look at it very carefully! Look at it so good!! And Cella ordering a sweet sugary drink? Absolutely no brainer.

"And for the love of my life, he'd like a..." Cella put on a thinky face at the menu before looking back at Claude. "He can have my hand in marriage." She was trying not to laugh at that - and it was probably obvious, if it weren't for Cella masking it so quickly with a grin. "Did you want another coffee?" He could have whateeeeever he wanted, did he know?

Internal gag.

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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 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. FYI. Birdie Archer would never want to know any of his bookstore stories. Ever. She would never know for sure what happens, but it certainly was for the best she didn't. Some things were better left in the dark. It's called self-preservation. Yeah? And yet it's still a win against him! That's what's fun! Cella had to snort at his remark, though. He was certainly implying that he was better at acting - which was true, hands down - but oh how unapologetic he was! "Your head needs massive deflating." It's a good thing Cella would happily do it, free of charge. She's so kind! But unfortunately she didn't have enough funds to hire a proper good lawyer to sue him, so he can go reach that world record all he wants. Mhm. "*That's because you deserve the best, sugar boo." Best fiancée. Best company. Best name of endearment too, apparently. Don't ask Cella where sugar boo came from. She didn't know either. She was entirely possessed by the spirit of Birdie Archer. Except for the kiss, because that's not happening. Cella wouldn't mind a smooch for the funsies with anyone, but she thought sharing one with Claude even as a joke was weird. He's basically family, okay! Football?! Real life Cella Archer would shove him for that suggestion. So so so many! So unrealistic! But she's not Cella Archer right now, remember? She is future Mrs. Birdie, and future Mrs. Birdie was an absolute mother hen (hah!). "What kind of football? I was thinking Australian. They've got eighteen players per team." Personally knowing the most random trivia was sometimes useful in this acting game! Love being a brainaic! And eighteen was a wonderful number! "I can fit as many as we want in here, darling. She's charmed. She's infinite." That probably came out ridiculous to muggles, but it's true that Cella did have her bag modified with an undetectable extension charm. One can never have too much space in their bag. His soon-to-be wife! "That's me, yeah." Cella made sure to clarify with the barista, whose eyebrows had certainly been raised high enough that they got lost in his fringe, perhaps at the absurdity that was these two clucking idiots of an engaged couple he now had to deal as customers. "Hi, there. I'd like a—ooOHH, this one!" Cella slammed a finger against the photo of an iced blended mocha drink with a full whipped cream top and sprinkles on the menu. And yes, she was using her hand with the RING. Can you see this ring, barista boy? Look at it very carefully! Look at it so good!! And Cella ordering a sweet sugary drink? Absolutely no brainer. "And for the love* of my life, he'd like a..." Cella put on a thinky face at the menu before looking back at Claude. "He can have my hand in marriage." She was trying not to laugh at that - and it was probably obvious, if it weren't for Cella masking it so quickly with a grin. "Did you want another coffee?*" He could have whateeeeever he wanted, did he know? Internal gag. __________________ When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell...*_________________________ _____________________...Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories