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Post by candyleptic on Aug 21, 2014 5:12:20 GMT
Hans: He skipped, "Hey, I'm not a triangle!!" He puffed his cheeks and laughed, "I'm cute, man!"
He bounced off and watched Geoffrey go, hands on cheeks, "GEOFFREY YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO FLIRT WITH KIDS, MAN. THAT'S SO WRONG!" He laughed and looked over to Franz. "Are you going to play?"
Franz: "A-ah! HEY" He caught Geoffrey just in time and in a single motion, pushed him back up, careful not to touch him for too long. He didn't want to sound ANNOYED, (although he was pretty confident he did) so he tried to laugh it off, "A-Ah watch we're you're going...mon amie?" That was a thing he said..right...? Oh Geez.
Both of the boys rushed to help up Raphael. "Oh box of chocolates man, are you okay??" "WHY DID YOU JUST NOSEDIVE INTO THE PAVEMENT, MAN? THAT'S NOT HOW YOU PLAY!" When they were sure he was all right, Hans turned to Geoffrey, "Uhhhh, maybe we should probably go now!"
Franz eyed the flower on the ground and looked back to Geoffrey, "Yeah, let's do it!"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 21, 2014 6:54:43 GMT
Geoffrey: Note to self: Don't jokingly fall near Franz.
"Yeah!" He skipped ahead of the party and pointed to the restaurant excitedly. "Mes amis, we will eat like KINGS in here! Trust me!"
He approached the door and opened it with a bow for his friends before following them in on his toes. It was actually pretty busy! But, he had planned for that.
Geoffrey approached the woman at the front counter and winked at her before saying, "Reservation for 4, mon amoure, under the name Raphael Fiori." She nodded and glanced down the list to see that sure enough, there was a reservation for a window seat in the less-packed part of the restaurant. "And," he said after a moment, glancing back at the guys as if to say, 'watch this,' before he continued, "Could you please speak with Nathaniel about a favor he owes me?"
She blinked a couple times. "Ah, you see, the reservation is actually in my friend's name, my name is Geoffrey--"
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Of course, monsieur! Right this way!"
They walked under a huge chandelier and by several tables of chattering people. Candles were everywhere, and roses were tucked in to most of the corners. Geoffrey grinned, looking back at Franz and Hans who were eyeing the food on the plates.
When she took them to the table, he noticed there was a floral centerpiece, which he promptly moved so Franz wouldn't have to deal with his allergies during such a wonderful brunch. He did leave the candles, however. After they were seated, she gave out menus and flitted away after informing them their waitress would be with them in a moment.
"Whatever you'd like, garçons!" Geoffrey said, proud of himself. "I've got it covered."
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Post by kryss on Aug 21, 2014 8:20:04 GMT
Raphael: He quickly followed them in, weaving carefully through the crowd of people. Geoffrey lead ahead of him, confident as ever. He gave the cheeky seraphim a flick when he heard him use his name, and was then promptly surprised at the speedy, special service they got when Geoffrey so much as mentioned his name.
"What did you do this time? And why do you always use my name?" he asked, sitting down at the seat with its back to the window. He quickly moved his napkin to his lap, straightening the white lace tablecloth for good measure. He motioned for Franz and Hans to sit down. Once they were settled, he picked up his menu, even though he knew what he was going to get. Instead he started offering drink suggestions.
"Do you want any champagne? They've got pretty good quality here."
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 22, 2014 2:55:27 GMT
Franz/Hans: They followed the boys in, and almost got separated three times because it was so tempting to look at EVERYTHING. Hans leaned over to Franz and whispered, "Look! Geoffrey's FAMOUS!!!!" "Whoa, you're totally right!"
They took seats next to Raph and Geoff and, rather than fiddle with menus, crooked their heads to look at what other people were eating. "WOW what even IS that??" "Shiit, man! Look at what he has?" "AND FRANZIE LOOK Chocolate bacon!!" They conversed between themselves before realizing they might embarrass their friends, and they quickly quieted down. Still, they could help but to sneak peeks of the other people.
Hans' eyes opened wide, "WAIT!" He covered his mouth, "You mean we can DRINK HERE? LIKE, for breakfast!! heckle-speckle YES." He had a celebratory first pump. "Check it out, Franzie, we can have the Blood of Christ for breakfast!!"
Franz sighed and couldn't help but to laugh at him. "It's called WINE if you're not at church. Yeah, we'd love some!"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 22, 2014 4:04:35 GMT
Geoffrey: Unsure how to respond to 'blood of Christ,' he looked down the list of drinks to find one that looked good when the waitress approached their table and smiled at them. She was wearing a pretty revealing waitress outfit, but Geoffrey and Raphael barely gave her a second glance. They were far too used to it.
"Bonjour! Je m'appelle Trixie. Parlez-vous français?"
"Oui, Mademoiselle," Geoffrey piped in. He talked to her in French for a moment before the waitress wrote something down on her heart-shaped pad and thanked them before leaving. "Trixie's bringing us their finest champagne which she'll be mixing with some juice if we'd like for some mimosas. How does that sound, Messieurs?"
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Post by kryss on Aug 22, 2014 17:09:36 GMT
Raphael: He looked amusedly at the two Easter boys. They were so fascinated by apparently everything. He suddenly had the urge to go to Easter village to see if he would be this wide-eyed in wonder.
He was glad he wasn't drinking anything when Hans spoke. The... Blood of Christ? They DRANK the blood of Christ? He began rethinking going to Easter after all.
He regained himself as Geoffrey ordered their drinks. "Ah, my friend, you know me too well." He said, patting his shoulder. "Orange mimosas are my favorite." He glanced at his menu again. "Ah, you talking about the French toast had ruined me. I have to get it now." He acted very distraught, shaking his head hopelessly.
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 22, 2014 20:34:58 GMT
Hans/Franz: Their eyes widened when they saw their waitress. Both of their faces turned a bright red; Franz looked away and Hans kept staring. "Whoooaaa!" He embarrassingly put a hand to his mouth, "FRANZIE did you see her???" "YES and they let her WORK LIKE THAT." "DOES EVERY GIRL HERE DRESS LIKE THAT?" Hans cocked his head and started to sneak glances at the other customers. Franz lightly punched his shoulder, "H-hey don't stare them down!! You'll make them uncomfortable!!" Hans leaned over the table to whisper to Franz, "BUT wasn't she GORGEOUS? Oh MEIN GOTT." He put his hands on his cheeks, "Do you think I have a shot with her??? Should I try!?" Both of their faces were still quite red. "Hans, you don't even SPEAK french, hahaha! She probably doesn't speak English, and definitely not-" "GEOFFREY~!" Hans lovingly rested his head in his hands, "Tell me more about 'Trixie' bitte!!" He let out a loving sigh, "Sheeee's sooo pretty!! OH! Maybe she could join us for a drink??" Franz sighed, "I uh, I really seriously doubt that, pal!"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 22, 2014 21:17:28 GMT
Geoffrey: He laughed lightly at their reactions, having forgotten that Easter Village had such different values than Valentine VIlle for a moment.
"Eh, she was d'accord." Nothing like Emma or the Easter teacher... "I'll be honest with you, mon ami, take a look around." While there were plenty of male customers, there wasn't a single waiter in the place- all were girls who wore the same skimpy French waitress outfit. "They are flirted with hourly by men of all ages and backgrounds. It is part the job for them to flirt back with you. However, for a friend, I can talk to her."
He looked around for Trixie with their champagne and juice, but she was nowhere to be found. She's not that pretty and she's not a good waitress either. Oh well. Maybe Hans saw something in her he didn't.
((definitely implying that she's not an awesome person and I'm not sorry))
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Post by kryss on Aug 22, 2014 23:02:08 GMT
Raphael: At their reactions he looked at her receding form and shrugged. He supposed that for someone that wasn't used to it, her appearance would be distracting. But she didn't seem particularly attractive to him, and her string was terribly knotted. That was generally a sign of bad habits, like the ones he was trying to break Geoffrey of. Speaking of which...
He reached over and tugged the baby knot that was beginning to form in his friend's string into line, giving Geoffrey a look while he did. If Geoffrey didn't insist in flirting with EVERY GIRL who was halfway nice, Raphael would have a lot less work to do.
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 23, 2014 0:01:16 GMT
Hans: He let out a long sigh and continued to rest his head on his hands. "We should take you guys to Easter Village sometime, it's really different! We don't have people there who flirt as their JOB, hahahah!" Still, he couldn't help but to swoon over their waitress again.
Franz: He rolled his eyes at Hans. "We do, but not in the way that you think, haha. ANYWAY..." He raised an eyebrow at Raphael. "Uh, whatcha doing there, dude?" He looked under the table and back at Raphael. What WAS he doing?
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 23, 2014 0:16:06 GMT
Geoffrey: He eyed the clock on the wall. It had been ten or more minutes since she left for their drinks and he still hadn't seen her. That's what you get for hiring based on looks...
"Sorry, mon ami. I'm sure you'll find someone soon~" That was more of a promise, actually.
To Franz, he laughed a bit. "Apparently my string gets super tangled super easily. Or something." At Franz's confused look he pointed his thumb at Raphael. "He can explain."
At long last, the waitress returned with champagne and orange juice. "Pour vous?" she asked Geoffrey.
"Oui! Et-- Messieurs, would you like a mimosa as well? Actually, forget it. Mademoiselle, pour quatre, si'l vous plait." She nodded and began filling their glasses, champagne first and then orange juice. She then filled a glass pitcher with the mixture, leaving it at the table for self-service.
Just as Geoffrey was about to ask everyone if they were ready to order, she left again without a word. Geoffrey sighed. The WORST waitress. Definitely not even a 4. Hans is way out of her league. He pouted and looked through his menu some more.
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Post by kryss on Aug 23, 2014 3:44:53 GMT
Raphael: "Oh," he felt, not exactly embarrassed, but self conscious. Being around people who knew about his abilities made him forget that some people didn't. "Yeah, it's his red string. I can see it, and usually fix it. And I have to do it for him a lot," he said, jerking his thumb at Geoffrey. "Because somebody feels the need to go after a relationship with every hot girl he sees."
When the drinks arrived he was about to tempt the waitress into better performance with a good tip, but she was already gone. He sighed and picked up his drink. "At least we have these," he said, tipping it towards Geoffrey and taking a sip.
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 23, 2014 5:30:42 GMT
Franz: He rolled his eyes, "I know how THAT goes..." He looked over to Hans and laughed. He picked up his drink while Hans stayed swooning. "How do you guys even get any work done here with all these pretty girls?~" He picked up his drink and swirling it a little. "It must be sooooo hard!"
Franz took a drink and looked back at Raphael. "What IS a red string?" "It sounds really cute!!!"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 23, 2014 6:06:05 GMT
Geoffrey: These girls aren't even all that pretty, though? There are wayyyy prettier girls at the University! "You say that as if I have worked a day in my life!" he said with a laugh. "Raphael here, though's just waiting for his string. Right, mon cher?" |
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Post by kryss on Aug 25, 2014 20:11:30 GMT
Raphael: He grinned a little, wondering how they would react to other parts of their town.
"I think I know somewhere we need to take our friend after brunch." He teased. At Hans's question, he set down his drink. "You don't know what the Red String is?" He asked, confused. It had never occurred to him that they might not know about the string in other towns. After all, they HAD strings, so why wouldn't they know about them? At Geoffrey's comment he elbowed his friend in the ribs.
"The Red String is... Well, its full name is the Red String of Fate. It is the metaphysical connection between you and your soulmate. As far as I know everyone only has one. It represents itself as a red thread attached to your right pinky. And as far as I know, everyone has one. Not to say you can't be happy without that person!! They are just... Well, your soulmate."
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There are wayyyy prettier girls at the University! "You say that as if I have worked a day in my life!" he said with a laugh. "Raphael here, though's just waiting for his string. Right, mon cher?"