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Post by macxcheese on Aug 18, 2014 2:35:34 GMT
Emma: She sleepily opened her eyes to see a way too close Geoffrey. She squealed and tried to push away from the counter, which was only effective in pushing her chair over. She stared at the ceiling, thinking Real smooth Emma, you're like a bloody cake batter, you're so smooth. She picked herself up from the ground and brushed out her clothes, noticing a drool stain on her t-shirt. Yanking her cardigan over it, she smiled abashedly at Geoffrey. "Hello! Sorry, I seemed to have... well, fallen asleep I guess. Ready for your first day of work?" She saw the flowers and remarked, "Those are very pretty, are they for your girlfriend?" Her face turned red as she realized what she'd asked. Did he even have a girlfriend?! Did she want to know?! She slowly backed towards the kitchen, trying to play the whole thing off. "I-I'll go get the lunch!" With that she disappeared into the cooking area. She saw John and immediately ran over to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. "HELP ME," she whispered yelled. He smiled cruelly and shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry Em, I've got work to do." He grabbed a tray of meat pies and shoved them into her hands. "And it looks like you do too." He pushed her out of the kitchen, a shocked expression on her face. He was getting his revenge.
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 18, 2014 4:03:58 GMT
Geoffrey: He made a move to help her, but she didn't notice until she got up herself. He looked down at the flowers. Girlfriend? Why would she think he was so blatantly flirting with her if he had a girlfriend? His brow furrowed in confusion. How was he not making his intentions crystal clear? He made a move for the kitchen after he got a hold of his thoughts. You are being crystal clear, this probably means she likes-- Mid-thought, he nearly ran into her until he stopped on a dime, frozen in spot for a minute, staring at Emma over the pies, a blush filling his cheeks. He couldn't remember the last time he was this clumsy about flirting. Had he ever been? What was wrong with him? He knew what he needed to say right now, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, he took the pies somewhat roughly and shoved the flowers at her. He no longer cared about prying eyes, he mostly cared about staying steady on his feet.
"These are for you! I don't have a girlfriend--" I was hoping it would be you! No, that might work in Valentine Ville, but if he said that right now he might get kicked. Or fired. "--which is why I came on this... date with you, ma fleur." He took a deep breath, having been able to calm himself down a bit by the end. Alright, that wasn't that bad.
She was embarrassed by your advances, which probably means she likes you, you imbecile! From there he mostly thought angry things at himself in French for a moment before turning around and and spotting a table by the window that was away from most of the customers. "Window seat?" he asked simply, pointing toward the one in question. It even looked like there was an empty vase there, so if he grabbed the water jug on the front counter they could have the flowers as a centerpiece.
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 18, 2014 5:42:54 GMT
Emma: She felt the tray leave her hands and the flowers replace them. She clutched them to her chest as Geoffrey spoke, and mumbled "lunch" when he said "date". Following his finger she saw where he was pointing to. She nodded and remembered the cart. She would just move that after eating. She sped towards the table so that she'd get there before he could pull out her seat for her. Not that he'd want to pull out her seat for her. Anyways- she sat down and placed the flowers in the vase. What she said earlier was true- they were really pretty. She waited for him to sit down before grabbing one of the plates of meat pies. Her stomach grumbled and she glared down at it. What she really wanted to do right now was viciously attack the delicious looking pie, but she restrained herself. Barely. After carefully shoveling some food in her mouth, she began talking business. "Like I said yesterday, your job will consist mostly of cleaning. Do you-" she dreaded asking this "-do you know how to clean?"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 18, 2014 6:44:02 GMT
Geoffrey: He sat down across from her and fidgeted a bit. Was she interested in dating him or not? If Thanksgiving girls were this much of a pain to try and date, he couldn't even imagine Easter or Christmas girls... If he wasn't inside he would have poured some of his drink on the ground for his brethren and sisters who dated people from those towns. Not that he was dating Emma. Yet, he decided firmly in his mind.
He watched her for a moment to see that she was REALLY hungry. She wasn't eating like a slob or anything, but he could tell she was restraining herself. He actually felt really bad that he kept her waiting. He looked back down at the pie before cutting into it and smelling the savory insides. He actually hadn't expected that! He carefully formed a bite on his fork and tried it, deciding that it was actually really good. When she asked the question, he knew he could avoid it for just a few minutes with the compliment on the food, but he would stretch it out as long as possible.
"Je suis desolé to interrupt, but I simply must say that this is trés délicieux!!" He carved out another bite and ate it, too. For peasant food, this wasn't bad at all! It was comfort food, really. He thought for another topic of conversation before she asked her question again. She had said the flowers were pretty, but everybody said that when they saw flowers. "Do you like the flowers?" he asked after just a moment of silence. "I thought you might like sunflowers, but, malheureuseme-- er... how you say, unfortunately, I wasn't completely sure." He was seriously slipping into full-on French today, and he needed to not. The language of this town appeared to be British English, not... French or any other romance language he had learned, and he seriously needed to learn to tone it down.
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 19, 2014 1:12:48 GMT
Emma: She finished up her pie while waiting on his answer. Or lack thereof. Looking down at her empty plate she said, "Thank you. The other baker here, Milo, he makes them really well. You can meet him later if you want! John too, if you haven't already. Mae isn't in this week, but next week she should be back." She realized she was rambling and immediately shut up, only to be asked another question. "Yes, they're really nice! And sunflowers are brilliant! Any flowers are great really, it's the thought that counts." She pushed her plate to the side and leaned back in her chair. "So. Cleaning."
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 19, 2014 3:03:14 GMT
Geoffrey: He made a face that was something between a grimace and an admission of guilt as he put down his fork and knife on either side of his pie and pushed the face out of the way so he could see Emma a little better. Wait, maybe that was a bad idea because now he'd be distracted by how pretty she was. Merde! His lips became a thin line.
"I must admit that I'm... not exactly the best maid," he said. "In fact... I may or may not have... never really cleaned anything. Ever. In my life. Desolé... I... don't really know how to do anything in a kitchen..." He scratched his neck before looking back at her. HE SAID TOO MUCH.
"Mais, I want to learn!!" He said frantically. "It's been a long time coming!!! I won't disappoint you!! S'il vous plaît, give me a chance!"
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 19, 2014 3:41:04 GMT
Emma: She felt her gut sink a bit, but she'd had a feeling that he would say something like this. "Don't worry, I won't take the job back. That's not what we do here. I'll just have to show you the ropes." She got up, saying, "Just finish eating." She trudged over to the waiting janitor cart and pulled it back to the table. She pulled out a broom and held it out to Geoffrey. "Can you tell me what this is?" She really hoped he would say yes.
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 19, 2014 4:01:07 GMT
Geoffrey: He finished off his food and stood up when she approached with the cart. He blinked at her several times. This was it. She really thought he was an imbecile. It's okay, he kind of was-- for example, he couldn't remember the English word for it. "That's, ah.. It's un balai. I forget the English word... But you use it to sweep. The servants used them all the time!"
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 19, 2014 5:01:53 GMT
Emma: She let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "Yes, good! You had me worried there for a second." She was still worried by the way he said "servants". Just who was he? She set down the broom and pulled the mop up and out. It dripped a small puddle on the floor, much to her chagrin. "Alright, how about this?"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 19, 2014 6:04:30 GMT
Geoffrey: He nodded and pointed to it. "La vadrouille! I think the english word for it is..." He thought hard for a moment, putting his hand on his chin. "Ah! Mop! Yes, it's good for cleaning... spills and things. You mop after you sweep! That's what my nanny told me anyway!" He knew all of this from watching the servants and talking to Mademoiselle Donna, just... doing it was another story....
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 20, 2014 20:21:27 GMT
Emma: "Right again!" She was feeling more and more confident in Geoffrey's competence. She held it out to him for the next test. "Alright, show me what you've got!"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 20, 2014 20:40:30 GMT
Geoffrey: He blinked at the mop for a minute. He actually wasn't entirely sure if he was about to hold it correctly or if he was about to look like a fool, but he couldn't put it off forever, he supposed.
He reached for the nearly dry mop and plopped it on the floor, deciding to just... kind of hold it. He tried to play off his first attempt to use one hand by sliding it down the mop and placing his other hand on the top portion. Now he just... scooted it back and forth, right? He looked up at Emma with an unsure expression. She appeared to not be... impressed, but not overly disappointed either. He continued sliding the mop back and forth for a few seconds (it should be noted that he hadn't covered any section but the one that he went over back and forth) before saying, "Like this?"
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 22, 2014 2:14:19 GMT
Emma: She almost started clapping, but luckily stopped herself. "Right! So now you know how to mop and sweep and all that good stuff!" She took the mop back from him and returned it to the cart. "You shouldn't have to mop everyday, just when things are spilled or when the floor is looking especially dirty. Please sweep every morning and before closing though! There shouldn't be any dust bunnies hanging around the customers feet. Even if they are from Easter Town!" She couldn't help but laugh at her own joke. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. "This is for the utility closet. Please don't lose it. We only have a few."
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 22, 2014 2:26:33 GMT
Geoffrey: He nodded quickly, glad that he actually knew how to do things. Sort of. He laughed loudly at her joke and was actually still laughing when he took the key from her.
"Oh, even if they are from Easter! That is very good!" He wiped a tear from his eye before taking off the chain from around his neck, off of which dangled a thick, expensive-looking ring. While he unhooked it and slid the key on it, he said, "You, you are very funny. I thought for sure you would be all business." He hooked the necklace back together and put it on around his neck again, slipping it under his t-shirt. "Mais, non, enough of my foolish laughter. I will not lose this key, I promise."
He looked around for a minute before looking back at her. "Is that everything, or is there more?" He really wanted to ask if she wanted to do something else, but he didn't want her to feel like he was rushing her. Even though he probably still was with his comment. Merde.
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 22, 2014 3:59:33 GMT
Emma: "One more thing! Cleaning the dishes. And speaking of..." she swiped up the dishes on the table. "I'll just take these to the kitchen. If you don't mind, could you put the cart back in the closet?" She started walking away and shouted over her shoulder, "And then come to the kitchen!" She made her way through the door frame and found the sinks. Setting the dishes down, she grabbed a clean rag and set it next to the drying rack. She didn't even notice John sneak up behind her, and jumped when he spoke. "So, how's it going?" he singsonged. She glared at him and threw the rag, which he dodged.
"Didn't you say you had work to do?" Emma snarled when she felt a blush rise on her cheeks.
"Oh, like you never take breaks! And besides-" he wrapped his arm around Emma's head and noogied her "-it's my duty as your brother to help you out, right? Like you 'helped' me out." He flashed an evil smile at her as she tore away from him. Emma felt one of her braids fall from her head and her face become red as Rudolf's nose.
"JOHN I'M GOING TO- TO- TO GROUND YOU!" She yelled as she attempted to restore her hair.
He shouted back, "YOU CAN'T GROUND ME IF YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!" He threw the towel back at her and sped out of the kitchen. Emma chased him out with the towel covering half her face. She reached up to remove it, distracting her and causing her to run right into something. Or someone. Who was Geoffrey.
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