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Post by Clopin Trouillefou on Mar 17, 2009 14:12:53 GMT -5
Sometimes on nights like this, Clopin would pay a visit to Notre Dame, wear an unusually timid approach, and possibly watch the church-goers pray. This time he walked in again in the long hours of night, looking a tad embarrassed and perhaps a little vexed. He held his head high and leaned against the wall, looking to his curl-toed shoes with an air of obscurity.
He tried to tell himself didn't care, really, as long as he was taking this with a good measure of dignity. He'd be back to being his carefree self, without any reserve, and matters could be dealt with as they arose. Oh, dignity simply went down the toilet now that he thought about it. He was here for one thing – and one thing only: literary skill.
He cringed. He did this only for her. A usless attempt to show her that he was indeed not a coward. He would prove he was an open-minded fellow, able to be taught the ways of diplomacy. Did he dare trade his life’s learning for something so dull and boring? Goodness! He could be out drinking, smooching off to a few ladies here and there, and engage in mad...let’s not go there.
He ascended the stairs with a hilariously dour look. “Oooh, what do we have here?” he asked, gazing at Nani from where she sat. |
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Post by Nani Pelekai on Mar 18, 2009 9:41:20 GMT -5
The bell tower was a work of art - a work of art in her opinion. It was simple yet spacious, a perfect environment for teaching - even though her teaching would take place within the walls of a holy sanctuary or, at least, a really good model of it.
Nani was still rather uncomfortable about having the gypsy near her, but she felt this good deed would somehow lessen the tension. A friendly exchange of communication never hurt anyone, especially when it involved education.
She found herself anticipating him, stacking the books as she settled herself in a chair with a cup of coffee and waited for the gypsy to arrive. It was clear she was more willing to teach than to socialize. This was made obvious when Clopin’s voice made her jump out of her seat like a frightened bunny rabbit.
Stupid, she berated herself mentally, sucking in a breath.
She relaxed for the sake of dignity, and rose with an apology. “Well! We have here the alphabet chart, a few obvious supplies, and a collection of some really basic books.” She said, excited.
“Please,” she said, “take a seat.”
Did Nani not notice the sour look on Clopin's face? Excitment sure blinded her to the dour emotions of another.
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Post by Clopin Trouillefou on Mar 26, 2009 16:51:37 GMT -5
He froze for a moment, a reaction she had probably expected. His voice was shrill, tense. "How utterly boring!" He said, with a wrinkle of his nose and a prod of his foot. He moved the books with his curl-toed shoe - these things were horrid.
It was peculiar, how easily she looked him in the eye without a twinge of fear, now that she felt nothing but comfort in his presence. Perhaps it was the fact that he was terribly illiterate made him less frightening to the young girl?
A new problem had rooted itself in his mind. He had lost his control over her, for she no longer feared him. This vexed him. He pouted, leaned forward with a wicked smile, and said in a playful tone of voice, "Perhaps this lesson won't be so bad after all," he chuckled, playing with a rather large ruler wickedly.
"Play with Clopin?" he cooed.
XP I love you.
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