[Maybe some people like to enjoy their days rather than bouncing around between jobs! Plus, somebody has to be home to take care of Sofia. Pick her up from school. All of that. What is it now? First or second grade is a trial and he is a proper guardian.
Said proper guardian was distracted with a nap and didn't hear her enter his room. Although he does smell the faint scent of vanilla over his bath salts, which is a little...odd.
Did you dip the paper in your perfume, Cynthia? Good God.
Eventually, he does rouse when the water gets lukewarm and he's sure parts of him are pruning that he doesn't want aging anytime soon. France is decent enough to put on pants before exiting the bathroom, continuing to dry his hair as he walks around the room. Going for his cigarettes, because even if he's not ready for one yet he will at some point in the next five or so minutes, obviously.
The girl's picked up on a few of his habits after all, because he notices the macaroon and the source of the vanilla, sitting on the bed to read it. It's been two minutes but he lets the note sit on his leg while he lights up, re-reading it the short message with a grin. Still, part of this is the chase so he reclines against the headboard, legs crossed at the ankle as he flips open the phone.
And promptly eats the macaroon. Adequate, but not his! The message he sends goes as such:
[Well he didn't have two children to take care of at the time. She NEEDED those two jobs. Now she just couldn't leave because she would just abandon the high school kids who lean on her for support.
But she won't deny that it's a bad thing having both your husband and your daughter telling you that you work to hard. At least she tries to come home earlier for dinner, she really does.
And clearly she marinates her stationery inside a vat of vanilla syrup to keep it's smell. Clearly.
She was in the sitting room next to his when her phone rang. Of course she was reading another book at the time, but she may or may not have assigned a specific message tone just for him, so she couldn't help but smile when she got it.]
You were in the bathroom. I wasn't going to just waltz in while you were bathing, how indecent of me.
[He can hear the ring, which only makes him laugh quietly to himself. France can't help but jab at her word usage:
Apparently waltzing is not your thing in the first place. Perhaps a nice sashay instead?
I do have pants on. Just in case you were wanting to visit properly this time.
They've lived together for a week or two now right? He's to the point where modesty is something achieved below the belt. Maybe he just continues to smoke and wait to see if she'll bite.]
[She looks at the message then at the dragon that was currently taking a nap with it's head on her lap. There was a reason she was reading that fairy tale out loud. Maybe he just couldn't hear her through the wall. But yes she still needed to introduce the two, that needed to be a thing.]
I can smell the nicotine from here. Finish that cigarette then come out. I need to talk to you about something anyway.
[He's not going to like what he sees. France has seen England's friends - the ones everyone else doesn't and he likes to claim that he can't at the Englishman's expense - but seeing them again might make him twitch whoops. Still, he lets out a drawn out sigh, sitting up properly on the bed to finish his cigarette, snuffing it out in an ashtray.
Sniffing, he stuffed his phone in his pocket and walked over to the other room. And paused in the doorway when he saw what was snoozing in her lap. Ah...]
...Please don't tell me that is a stray you brought in?
[Of course he asked it quietly. Just in case, you know, it woke up. He kind of wishes he put on more clothes for this honestly?]
[He may be freaked out about it. But if he looked closely, he'd notice how genuinely happy she was to have her scaly, gigantic, fire breathing, friend with the sharp teeth back.]
[He's suddenly glad they're not to the point where they share a bedroom if it means her pet dragon comes with.]
She is not horribly territorial is she? [?!?!?!!] Ah--. [He's not stepping closer, even if she's happy okay. Clearing his throat he just stood guard over the door frame.]
[Ok she could see he's getting uncomfortable. For his sake, she'll call back Garchomp to her pokeball. Then she'll get up and walk over to him with a smile. She did owe him a hello right?]
Hello.
[This, my good man, is what she looks like on a good day.]
[He seemed to eye the ball for a second. So he guesses this is what she did back home. Okay. Huh... dragons. Really though. Layers. He's got a lack of them and if she was territorial he would be as good as charred.]
You didn't have to er... hide her. [See how understanding he is?!]
Well I can't just leave her out there. If Sofia were to find her...I could only imagine what she'd do.
[ A princess and a dragon living under one roof. Now, she wasn't an expert in fairy tales, but from the many stories she's read, princesses and dragons don't usually mix well.]
She wouldn't hurt Sofia though, she doesn't attack unless I tell her to...which means she won't touch you either. So don't worry about that.
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Date: 2014-03-20 09:55 pm (UTC)Said proper guardian was distracted with a nap and didn't hear her enter his room. Although he does smell the faint scent of vanilla over his bath salts, which is a little...odd.
Did you dip the paper in your perfume, Cynthia? Good God.
Eventually, he does rouse when the water gets lukewarm and he's sure parts of him are pruning that he doesn't want aging anytime soon. France is decent enough to put on pants before exiting the bathroom, continuing to dry his hair as he walks around the room. Going for his cigarettes, because even if he's not ready for one yet he will at some point in the next five or so minutes, obviously.
The girl's picked up on a few of his habits after all, because he notices the macaroon and the source of the vanilla, sitting on the bed to read it. It's been two minutes but he lets the note sit on his leg while he lights up, re-reading it the short message with a grin. Still, part of this is the chase so he reclines against the headboard, legs crossed at the ankle as he flips open the phone.
And promptly eats the macaroon. Adequate, but not his! The message he sends goes as such:
You broke into my room and did not say hello.]
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Date: 2014-03-20 11:37 pm (UTC)But she won't deny that it's a bad thing having both your husband and your daughter telling you that you work to hard. At least she tries to come home earlier for dinner, she really does.
And clearly she marinates her stationery inside a vat of vanilla syrup to keep it's smell. Clearly.
She was in the sitting room next to his when her phone rang. Of course she was reading another book at the time, but she may or may not have assigned a specific message tone just for him, so she couldn't help but smile when she got it.]
You were in the bathroom. I wasn't going to just waltz in while you were bathing, how indecent of me.
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Date: 2014-03-21 01:07 am (UTC)Apparently waltzing is not your thing in the first place. Perhaps a nice sashay instead?
I do have pants on. Just in case you were wanting to visit properly this time.
They've lived together for a week or two now right? He's to the point where modesty is something achieved below the belt. Maybe he just continues to smoke and wait to see if she'll bite.]
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Date: 2014-03-21 01:19 am (UTC)I can smell the nicotine from here. Finish that cigarette then come out. I need to talk to you about something anyway.
[Ahahah dragon ahahaha.]
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Date: 2014-03-25 01:28 pm (UTC)Sniffing, he stuffed his phone in his pocket and walked over to the other room. And paused in the doorway when he saw what was snoozing in her lap. Ah...]
...Please don't tell me that is a stray you brought in?
[Of course he asked it quietly. Just in case, you know, it woke up. He kind of wishes he put on more clothes for this honestly?]
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Date: 2014-03-25 03:21 pm (UTC)[He may be freaked out about it. But if he looked closely, he'd notice how genuinely happy she was to have her scaly, gigantic, fire breathing, friend with the sharp teeth back.]
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Date: 2014-03-26 01:24 am (UTC)[He's suddenly glad they're not to the point where they share a bedroom if it means her pet dragon comes with.]
She is not horribly territorial is she? [?!?!?!!] Ah--. [He's not stepping closer, even if she's happy okay. Clearing his throat he just stood guard over the door frame.]
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Date: 2014-03-26 02:31 am (UTC)Hello.
[This, my good man, is what she looks like on a good day.]
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Date: 2014-03-26 04:20 am (UTC)You didn't have to er... hide her. [See how understanding he is?!]
Hello...
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Date: 2014-03-26 04:33 am (UTC)[ A princess and a dragon living under one roof. Now, she wasn't an expert in fairy tales, but from the many stories she's read, princesses and dragons don't usually mix well.]
She wouldn't hurt Sofia though, she doesn't attack unless I tell her to...which means she won't touch you either. So don't worry about that.