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Post by candyleptic on Nov 14, 2014 3:12:00 GMT
Hans: He slammed his hands on the table and looked over at the other boys in pure SURPRISE. He then pointed a finger at Geoffrey and clasped his other hand over his mouth for a brief second, and the hit the table again.
"I KNEW IT I TOTALLY KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU WERE A PRINCE!"
Franz: He slunk down in his seat. SO embarrassing! Such a scene! It wasn't that he didn't BELIEVE him, he was pretty confident Geoffrey was pretty well off the entire time! Still, he could have like, just...spoken it? He rubbed his temples after Hans' little outburst there, and looked back at Geoffrey. "A flying house?? That fucking exists?" WHAT. Although, if they had marshmallow houses in their own town... "Santa's beard does it have plumbing?" It does right??
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Post by zykrinnox on Nov 14, 2014 3:36:36 GMT
Geoffrey: He hid his face in his beret after looking at Raphael for a minute. WHY DID EVERYONE KNOW. He needed a fake name. Or a disguise. Or both! Maybe whenever he got married he'd take his wife's last name or something. Yeah, maybe that.
"Nonononon, I'm NOT a prince!" He said, pointing at Hans. "Just a potential earl." Sacre Bleu, don't make him any more royalty than he already is! He's trying to get away from his family name and status... Then, to Franz, he laughed a bit. "Why wouldn't it have plumbing?" Seriously.
It was at this point that the food was brought to their table. Quite the spread was in front of them now, as well as some complimentary things such as a couple fruit trays and a basket of bread that was brought to them by another waitress as an apology for the wait. Geoffrey was too busy talking to his friends to notice much of anything other than his mimosa being topped off, which he promptly grabbed.
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Post by kryss on Nov 14, 2014 3:45:54 GMT
Raphael: He laughed a bit at Geoffrey's reaction. "It's alright," he assured him, "I promise to think of you as the starving street artist, if it makes you feel any better." As though Geoffrey had ever been starving. But he knew much, much better than to use the term "faux poor" around him, no matter how many people called him that. He raised his glass just as the food was brought and set it down quickly, his stomach growling for nourishment. He quickly cut off a corner of his eggs, letting the yolk spill over the bite before lifting it quickly to his mouth, trying not to spill any. He ate the rest of the egg before even pausing, washing it down quickly and taking some of his french toast.
"So, how do you propose we get this floating house to the university, amico?"
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Post by candyleptic on Nov 14, 2014 4:03:35 GMT
Franz: His stomach growled to the arrival of food as well, and with a relieved sigh, started to eat too. At first he was self conscious of eating too fast, but couldn't help to smile at Raphael and eat with the same speed! Still, between bites, he couldn't help but to mumble, "Well, I'd imagine we'd fly it..."
Hans: "Whooo cares? Too much business!!" He crackles his knuckles and started to eat in gluttonous bites, washing down whatever-this-french-stuff is with whatever-he-was-drinking! He mumbled at Geoffrey, food on his face, "I think you're a prince!! Do you think we can have parties in our flying house? Oh, and have slumber parties all the time?! OH and maybe we'll have an old lovely maid, but then we find out she's really a beautiful princess and is my string thing!"
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Post by zykrinnox on Nov 16, 2014 0:43:51 GMT
Geoffrey: He laughed! "You don't really know how they work, do you?" he began cutting into his omelette at a much slower speed than his companions. "You can actually.. what's the word for making things petite?"
"Um. Shrink?" Geoffrey didn't even look up to see who'd given him the word. "Yes! Shrink! You can shrink them to be about dollhouse size! It's so we can rearrange houses for events and for newcomers and such." He nodded and ate a piece of his omelette which he followed with some of his mimosa. "It should be easy from there, non?"
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Post by kryss on Nov 16, 2014 8:22:23 GMT
Raphael: He shook his head. He forgot sometimes how incredible the lifestyle of the rich was. He had never been poor, per se, but his father supporting them alone had always left things on a tight budget.
"Yes, very easy," he said, finishing off his toast and drink. One egg left to go. "So are we going to just... park it next to the other houses?" he asked. There were one or two already erected, presumably for faculty housing, then taken over when surprisingly few of the faculty had taken the university up on the offer. He didn't know who had introduced the Greek system to the university (after doing a little research he had discovered that the college in Vallentine Ville also had fraternities and sororities, and he may or may not have suggested his favorite name from them,) but it had spread like wildfire, as was evidenced by Geoffrey and himself.
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Post by candyleptic on Nov 27, 2014 5:33:35 GMT
Hans: He actually stopped paying attention at this point! As far as he was concerned, he had a place to stay and more importantly, there was food in front of him!! The other boys were smart, they'd figure it out~~
Franz: "Yeah, shrink." He poked at his food for a moment and took quick side glances around the restaurant. So was everyone crazy in this town, or just these two??? Sure, Easter town had some pretty weird things, he supposed, but you didn't see them shrinking FULL ON HOUSES. He looked at his drink. Maybe it was something in the wine...
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