Someone is mad that his mun dropped off the face of the earth

[foolishking]

Mad? Oh, where would you get that idea, mademoiselle?

[He's playing with a knife. A very pointy knife.]

Don't you worry; take your time with all that schooling you do in the future. I'm but a gypsy, after all: it's not as if I have anything useful to do with my time, hmm? [Except work on protecting his gypsies from systematic oppression. One might consider that pretty useful. :| ]

Although I do hope you've learned something from this, mademoiselle. Next time trouble comes, tell people that you won't be around anymore instead of just hoping it'll go away. Hope alone doesn't do much. Now then--

[Suddenly, instead of one knife, he has three knives. And he's juggling them. And he's steadily getting more knives in the air.] Let the foolery commence!

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[speaks_with_fire]

I like your style. I get too pissed off when people do shit like that.

[Clopin looks familiar but it has been forever and a half since Frank had seen that movie.]

[foolishking]

Ah, 'tis a trick of a the trade you learn. Fools don't get angry; they have fun! [And by that, he means that he doesn't get mad. He gets even.

His mun will be sleeping with one eye open.]

[sirenspell]

[CLOPIN, YOU ARE GLOMPED

THOROUGHLY GLOMPED

Congratulations, you have an Esme attached to you]

[foolishking]

[And he goes flying. And those knives fall down, miraculously not skewering anyone.]

La Esmeralda!

[Oh you are getting the hug of your life missy]

Ma petit! Ma loutre! Ma cherie! This old fool was beginning to wonder if he'd see you again!

[sirenspell]

[You're getting the hug of your life, too! She locks her arms around him as though letting go would mean he'd disappear.]

There you are, finally! I had thought -

[But that's too unpleasant a sentence to finish, so she lets it trail off. IT'S REALLY YOU EEE!]

[foolishking]

[Breathe, Esmeralda. He needs to breathe. ;.;

But hell, he'll deal. He laughs, ruffling her hair.]

Bah, takes more than a silly little mun to keep me away, ma petite. You and I both know I've escaped worse.

But she has not kept me up to date. What has happened in my absence, hm?

[sirenspell]

[BREATHING IS OPTIONAL okay she'll ease up a little. She pulls back enough to face him. She opens her mouth to answer his question, then realizes anything she could say in response - especially the fact that the school is a dark, scary war zone at present - is just too incredulous.

So she closes her mouth again and buries her face against his shoulder with a muffled, inarticulate little groan.]

At least you're safe, even if that does mean you had to leave.

[foolishking]

[Oh that sounds good. :|

He frowns, holding her close and resting a hand on her hair so she can keep her face against his shoulder, just like she used to when she was young.]

Ah, ah, that's not an answer, ma petite.

Besides, I think I'm safer in the Academy than I am in some of these memes the girl is so fond of...

[sirenspell]

[It does, doesn't it? Nice and cheery.]

Things are merely a bit more interesting than you probably remember. [Speaking of which...] And you, monsieur, are not allowed to leave without saying goodbye again. [There would be a good deal of glaring (of the most affectionate kind, of course) involved at this point if she weren't nestled against him so comfortably.

That last comment makes her grin, though.]

That's probably true.

[foolishking]

Interesting? How so?

It's not my fault I have a silly little mun, ma petite. Have mercy on an old fool. [He has no sympathy for any troubles his mun might have. She doesn't deal with being hunted down in a genocide, so therefore, her problems are irrelevant.

He strokes her hair gently. Aw, he missed you, Esme.] It is true. Have you seen some of the things they put in those memes? It's all tospy turvy, and not the good kind, either.

[sirenspell]

With the...Mist.

[And because she knows where this will inevitably lead, she hastens to add - and you can practically hear her smile in her tone of voice - ]

Don't worry, I've been careful.

I haven't seen them, not lately. [Read: her mun hasn't really kept up with them, sadly.] I'll take your word for it.

[She missed you, too! She's so perfectly happy at this exact moment. The gentle hair-petting makes her feel very safe and protected, just as it did when she was a little girl. Just as she always feels when they're together.]

As for mercy...

[She glances up at him, smiling mischievously, before resting her head against his shoulder again.]

I don't know. I will have to think about it.

[foolishking]

Excellent, excellent. It wouldn't do to have you snatched up, now would it? [Good to know that his influence can still somewhat keep you safe even when he's not around.

He chuckles warmly, nuzzling her hair before continuing to stroke it. Esme always brings out the softy in him somehow.]

I suppose that's all I can ask for. I'll try to make sure it doesn't happen again, alright?

[tiatiatiatiatia]

Talkin' is always th'best way of goin' 'bout things! You know, if I had a dime for bein' proven wrong 'bout people not wantin' t'listen t'me, I'd be rich!

[Actually, Lottie, you'd be poor. Well, you know. If you weren't wealthy to begin with.]

[foolishking]

[Somehow, he doubts that's true, Lottie.

But aw hell, it's nice to see you.]

Mademoiselle Lottie! Ah, it's such a pleasure to see you! [He juggles the knives for a moment longer, then one by one, they fall to his hands, and he gives a great bow.] It's been too long, mademoiselle, too long.

[tiatiatiatiatia]

[AHAHAHAHAHHAAH CLAPPITY CLAPPITY CLAP CLAP CLAP You're so talented, Clopin... and Lottie is so easily amused.]

You're tellin' me! It's been much too long!

In general, t'tell th'truth. I think I ovahslept...

[AKA went completely quiet on her mun and had to be dropped. :|||| She just woke up out of the blue and now she won't shut up.

Also, we really missed you :<<<< <3 Glad you're okay and in one piece!]

[foolishking]

[He bows, grinning ear to ear. You're adorbs, Lottie.]

Overslept, you say? And your mundane didn't even wake you up! [He tuts.] How could anyone face the day without your smiling face in the morning, hm? Travesty, I say!

[Almost wasn't for a bit there. ^.^;; I'm sorry I just disappeared like that.]

[tiatiatiatiatia]

She says she did try t'wake me a bunch of times, though. I think she's ovahexaggeratin' though. She couldn't have tried more than once or twice!

[Hundreds of times. :| Hundreds of times with no results.]

[It's okay bb! I'm just relieved to see you around. ;w; /ALL THE SNUGGLES AND HUGGLES.]

[foolishking]

Bah, obviously, she didn't try hard enough. [But Clopin's idea of 'hard enough' is setting off firecrackers in your room, Lottie, so maybe you'd be happier with your mun's methods.] At any rate, it's a pleasure to see you again, mademoiselle. There isn't enough pink in this silly little mun's headspace. [He had to get a little good-natured teasing in.

/TAKES ALL SNUGGLES AND HUGGLES FOR HERSELF ;w;]

[tiatiatiatiatia]

Obviously.

[...No, no, her Mun was pretty thorough with her efforts. Lottie just WOULD NOT GET UP.]

Oh dear, there isn't? W-well, jus' hold on a second. I think I got some extra paint, glitter, and feathah boas we could use to spruce up th'place!

[EXTREME MAKEOVER: MUN EDITION.

<3<3<3<3 If you ever need someone to talk to (or heck, even if you just want to catch up), my AIM is still the same. Feel free to ping me anytime bb, no matter the reason.]

[pessimisme]

Why are you doing that, monsieur? You might damage your costume, and although it is... less than perfect, the colour scheme is still very cute. Non, non, non, I simply will not stand for a person damaging such bright colours.

[It's not like she doubts him and his skills or anything except she totally does, but she's still going to just float up and perch herself on Clopin's shoulder.]

Now, put down those silly knives.

Sorry for late tag ^.^;;

[foolishking]

[He jumps a little at the sight of a talking Christmas ornament, especially when he goes on his shoulder. Hey there, Ms. Christmas ornament. (Also, he totally caught that itty slip of French there. Yay, someone else who speaks French!)]

Why? I am a fool, mademoiselle--I need no why.

[He juggles the knives for a second longer, and then one by one, he catches each skillfully and makes them disappear in his clothes.]

But I would be nothing if I were to ignore the request of une belle dame. What might your name be?