Priscilla poked her head into the room and sighed in mild exasperation when she saw that the little girl was still curled up by the bedside lamp, poring through a colourful edition of Mother Goose.
“Arabelle, I thought I tucked you in for bed just now, why are you up again?”
Arabelle turned her wide, beseeching eyes to her mother. “But Mama, Papa hasn’t told me a bedtime story yet!” And there were those adorable cerulean eyes that could melt even the coldest of hearts, a trick that never failed on her parents.
Priscilla sighed again, more out of resignation than annoyance this time. “Okay, but once the story’s over, you go right back to sleep, alright? It’s way past your bedtime now.”
The little girl nodded earnestly and perched herself expectantly on the head of her bed as Priscilla walked back out of the room to call in her husband.
“Francis? Come over to Arabelle’s bedroom for a moment.”
It didn’t take very long for Francis to turn up at the doorway (this was his little princess, of course). He patted Arabelle’s head affectionately. “What does my little princess want?”
“Arabelle wants you to tell her a bedtime story before she goes to sleep.”
Francis chuckled, rubbing the back of his head ruefully. “I’m no good with bedtime stories, couldn’t you tell her one instead?”
Priscilla gave her husband a pointed look. “You’re the self-proclaimed romantic at heart here, not me.”
Francis crossed his arms defensively and pouted. “Just because I’m a romantic at heart doesn’t mean that I-”
Arabelle took the opportunity to interrupt the squabbling adults by reaching out and tugging on her father’s sleeve pleadingly. “Please, Papa?”
Again those appealing blue orbs came into play, a powerful weapon in the hands of an experienced user. Priscilla reinforced it by adding an I-told-you-so look at her husband too. Faced with a double-whammy, Francis stood no chance.
“...Alright.”
“Yay!” Arabelle clapped her hands together as her mother lifted her into her lap, while her father sat on the edge of the bed and tried his best to recall a bedtime story.
After a few moments of pondering, Francis finally began his storytelling. “Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a- Priscilla, stop laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you.” Priscilla retorted, struggling to keep a straight face.
“Yes you are.”
“No I’m not.” Oh yes, that was definitely a snicker he heard.
“You so are.”
“I am no-”
“Could you please continue, Papa?” Arabelle fidgeted impatiently in her mother’s lap.
Francis threw his wife a this-isn’t-over-yet look over their daughter’s head. “Fine.”
Arabelle shook her young head in mock despair, “Parents.”
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Ehehe, I think your daughter is the most mature one out of you three... xD
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1 – 200 of 207 Newer› Newest»Dx 'Mama' is what I call my grandmother... but okay, she can call me whatever she wants, the adorable little thing she is~ <3
>: If Francis can't think of anythign good though, /I/'ll take over. >: I'm the writer here! >: I'll tell the best stories ever, none of those stupid cliched fairy tales. ;D
Yesh, she's a cute little girl who knows how to wrap her parents around her little finger~ x)
Well, /that's/ why you're laughing at him at this point.
Dx How spoiled, I need to fix that! *turns to Francis* You fix it!
xD I suppose that is a fair point. :C Doesn't Arabelle like /Mommy/'s stories though? :C :C :C
:C I don't think your daughter is the spoilt one here...
She does, it's just that she likes listening to Francis' fairytales too. And being your daughter, she inherited your d=sadistic streak and likes laughing at her Papa too. U____U
xD Okay, maybe not. *huggles Arabelle* But that's okay! She and I, we'll have a blast together~ :D :D :D
<.< *irrelevant but I'm studying that icky chapter in biology that makes everybody in the class kinda uncomfortable and blush and stuff* I /still/ think human reproduction, especially the end process, is the ickiest thing yet, especially for women, but um, I think it would be bearable... with the um... right person... standing by... *ahem* >////< Eugh.
Yesh you will, because Arabelle loves her Mommy too, doesn't she? *pats her head* But wait a minute, what about Francis? >:
IKR my previous school put us through the bio module, THEN a civics and morals one on not being promiscuous and ANOTHER health one on STDs. Everyone got scared off having kids. >:
>D We're gonna do ALL THE THINGS, kiddo! And er, Francis? Yea, he can come along too, if he can and wants to. U___u Pity about the having to go to work for the whole weekday and stuff, but too bad for him.
Dx Morals, that subject alone infuriates me. Like. LEAVE /SOMETHING/ FOR THE PARENTS TO /TEACH/ THEMSELVES, DUDE. Then maybe they'll actually be FORCED to do it and teach THEIR kids SOMETHING. *feels strongly about this cuz I strongly dislike families where the kids are like raised by kakaks and grow up to be strangers and ugh I just don't want that to happen to meeeee /endsuperlongactiontag*
Ahem. Anyway. <.< If nobody wants kids, Singapore's gonna have that problem again where the future workforce is super tiny... >.> And then, they start 'paying off' women to have kids. *studied it for population geography*
You terrible WIFE. xD Abandoning your husband so dismissively!
*pats your head nervously in case you bite it off or something* I share pretty much the same views too, but I have to admit, I attend civics and moral education classes more for the entertainment than anything else. ^^;
YESH I NOES. Even our teachers tell us to have kids (cuz we're a girls' school and all >.> ) and like dude, we were a wee thirteen. The national dating agency sent out SMS-es to , I quote, 'make love, not money'. xD So funny of them. But then on the day I turned sixteen, my mum sat me down and said very seriously to me that she expected to be holding her grandkid on the same day ten years from now. Dx" I told her to adopt.
Dx OKay, okay, I'm sorry, Francis, I'll abandon you reluctantly!
*growls and noms your hand* BLEGH. *spits it out* You taste awful... Anyway, I've never been to a class but I've got an old textbook that more than anything bored me and in my opinion, wasted my time. P: Without the classroom atmosphere, it's probably not as entertaining, huh?
O: What an interesting birthday announcement. Usually, in media anyway, at sixteen years old, the girl gets a car and/or tells her parents they'll be holding a grandkid in not ten but nine and not years but months. But by the sound of it, I'm guessing you're not aiming for a kiddy...? O: Cuz as gross as it is, I'd.. I wouldn't mind having Arabelle and Benjy. U___U;;;
Francis: A-are you really going to cast me aside, cherie? ;A;
Yowch! Bad squidoo, bad! *whacks you on the head* Yup, moral education is pretty useless without a rowdy bunch of teenagers yelling in the background. Ah, callow youth...
D8" I'm not getting a car (too expensive, and I can't drive anyway) or a baby, tkvm. I know you wouldn't, because you secretly want kiddies to cuddle, right? U___U
>////< W-what are you doing he- W-well, it can't be helped! You need to work, I need to raise the kids! It's horribly traditional but I'm not ditching my kids in favour of work! :C They'll just grow up without me.
OW HEY VIOLENCE IS A SIGN OF PREGNANCY. U___U And er, what does the teacher do...
GAHAHAHA, maybe not NOW but one day! :D And what, I love kids! <.< I get along with best with people when I see them as either younger or older than me.
Francis: But I need to have time with the family too! Just because I'm at work doesn't mean that you cut me out of the family! Dx"
You started it by BITING my hand. And nomming on it. Uh, nothing. That's why it's so fun. 8D
You mean the car? Yeah sure, why not? :D And I can tell...Although you would probably love it more if those kids were also Francis', right? ;D
Well, then take a day off! *blushes and looks elsewhere* Here's a /brilliant/ idea, take fewer business trips! Those are the worst! >://C
Dx I did NOT nom on it, I spat it out, my body rejected it! And I see, so it's... basically a free period. Well, I guess it's free money for the teacher but um, I feel bad for the wasted time and school fees now. :C Poor fees and time, I just wanna hug them all like I wanted to hug every Olympic loser!!!
Not just the car, /both/ the car AND the beautiful kids~! ;D And yeah... >///> Um, no comment.... <///<
Francis: *flushes and reaches out for your hand* I-I'm sorry, cherie...
Yesh you did. You yourself said that you growled at me and nommed my hand. :C Nahhh, those fees be subsidised, so it'sh okaysh. And entertaining. Sometimes, even enlightening. :)
But why the kids? Why? >: And admit it, it's your dreeeeeaaaaammmm~ ;D
;~; Ahh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap, I just... want you to be around more often... ;~;
I spat it out though. That counts as not nomming at all. And um... *does not google subsidise, nope! I totally knew it meant secure the assistance of, by granting a subsidy U___U*
Don't you want that? And er, I wouldn't say that exactly...
Francis: D:> *hugs you* Please don't be upset, cherie, I'm the one at fault here. I'm sorry, will you forgive me? I...I'll try to spend more time with you and Arabelle. >:
No, you nommed it, you savage! *no, of course you didn't. U___U*
But kids are noisier and more expensive than cars. >: Yes you would. Admit it. U__U
*glances away, blushing again* I-I don't see anything there is to forgive... You do a wonderful job taking care of us both, and you also balance your life as you see fit, and sometimes, sacrifices have to be made...
Well, that's your opinion then...? :) And I respect that. :) Don't accept it but I respect it. *U____U no, I didn't*
Cars are more dangerous. >: Sacrifices must be made for your safety. And fine, maybe. U___U;;; Whatcha gonna do NOW, huh, huh, huh?! ._O
Francis: But /you're/ unhappy, so it means that there's a problem somewhere. I don't want you to be unhappy. >:
You savage. U___U
Kids are dangerous too. Kids in the backseat cause accidents. Accidents in the backseat cause kids. >: Well, celebrate of course!! When are we expecting the baby to pop? :D
<.< We can't be happy all the time in life.
;D Mais oui, c'est moi~
But kids are more worth it. And what is there to celebrate?!?! That is one dream I don't mind not coming true!!!
Francis: But that'll mean that you'll be unhappy for as long as I'm at work, and that's unacceptable! :C
Sua huang lah you. >.>
Nope, they're not worth the accident in the backseat. :C And that's just a lie to delude yourseeeellfffff~ ;D
Look, we each do our part to support ourselves! Yours is working full-time and mine is accepting that and reluctantly taking over all the fun stu- I mean, duties in your absence.
Wut. <.< >.> *not ignorant, no*
No, no, it's not going to be in the backseat or an accident at all. Intentional, at a fancy hotel or maybe your shared bedroom. :)
And YOU're a lie. U___U
Francis: But what about our daughter? Do you want Arabelle to spend most of her childhood without her father? Or is it that you just want to keep me away? >:
xD It means someone who was picked up from the wild, like Mowgli. *nopenope*
:C Someone seems to have planned it all out.
Nope. I am not a lie, I am tangible. U___U
Oh, what would you do with her and teach her if you WERE around, eh? ._O
Well, savages like Mowgli are awesome so thanks for all the lovely compliments. ;D
:3 You know it's going to happen.
._O You can be both. U____U
Francis: I'd do what a father would do! >: Why do you seem so reluctant about me spending more time with our family?
Savage. :D
Nose! Do not want! :C When I was born, my dad asked if it was too late to put me back where I came from, and I don't want my husband saying that too. ;C
Nope, all lies fall apart, and I'm still intact. U____U
.____O Let's just say I'm worried about your influence and also, Arabelle's influence on you.
:D You too, hun~
Whaaa- Nuu, he'll NEVER say that, he'll be quite happy about it, the dear. He'll also be in slight pain due to his hand being crushed in your grip but he will regret NOTHING. U____U
*test-swings bat* Are you, ahhh, certain? about that? Maybe there needs to be a little more *swing swing* pressure?
Francis: That's rich, coming from you. >|
C: Das right, me ish savage at barbecues.
>: You sound like you're telling me things that I want to hear, instead of reality.
Nope, I'm fine. U___U *savage violent pregnant woman alert!*
>: Well, I'm not supposed to be the French and strict parent here! Dx Granted, I'm still Chinese/Asian... <.<
You eats sausages? :o I wants some sausages.
|: But that is gonna be reality. ^^ Just make sure to choose the right guy and use protection until you're married, at the very least!
<.< *puts bat away* Right, right...
Francis: The point is, I need to spend more time with you and Arabelle!
Yes I am eating sausages now. (: But I ish savage with the BBQ sauce at barbecues. They call me the Sauceror. U____U
Um, I don't intend to, uh, get into, um, any...intimate situations until I'm safely married. >.<;
Well, it's not something /I/'m going to decide and arrange for you. >: Do your own dirty work.
O: I want. Gimme. :C And the Sauceror, huh? ... :D ... :D ... *can't think of anything equally punny to say to that OTL*
There were a lot of 'uh's and 'um's right there in that sentence. ._O
Francis: But you were acting like you didn't want me around. >:
But I eated it. And I'm in a club now. >:
W-well, it's not something I'd usually discuss openly, okay? Dx"
*slight blush* I-I do... But you have your responsibilities and I have mine, so I'm not... (I'm not... *smallvoice* getting my hopes up).
Then I'll eat YOU. >:K *noms your hand for real* And um.. still... GAHHH, WHERE ARE MY WITS WHEN I NEED THEM!
._O You've discussed many OTHER things quite openly, when it came to ME. >:
Francis: But /you/ are my greatest responsibility. *huggles you* I don't want to be stuck at work when you're alone at home. >:
GAH LEGGO. *flails around and hammers your head*
Yes, precisely, OTHER things, but not THIS. Dx"
I have Arabelle and I'm an introvert, anyway. <.< *doesn't need people much of the time* *blush* Though you're most welcome to be home more often. <.<
x3 Omnom.
Well, they're more-or-less the same things. It's just a matter of whether it's you or me. :) Stay safe, dear. :)
Francis: And you /are/ going to see me at home more often, I'll make sure of that. U___U
>A< LEGGOLEGGOLEGGOOOOO!! HALP!
>: What do you mean by 'Stay safe'?
U___U Okay, dear.
Me: :3
Matthew: I'll save the day~ *pries me away*
Me: :C
Dx Have you forgotten what we've been talking about here?!
Francis: *kisses you on the forehead* Take care, cherie. *goes off to rearrange his schedule or whatever*
:O Where did /he/ come from? *pokes you*
Yeah, but such issues always carry risk with them! You can't possibly be completely safe! Dx
*waits for him to leave completely and goes to find Arabelle* Arabelle!
Matthew: :C I'm just in the other room...
Me: *leaves you guys alone cuz bored*
No, but if you just take precautions... U___U
Arabelle: Yes, Mummy? *obediently comes over and looks up questioningly at you, the adorable kid she is*
*giggles* My knight-in-shining armour. *pecks him on the cheek*
Well, YES, that is a given... >.<
*looks around suspiciously* Alright, sweetie, Daddy's just decided that he's going to spend more time with us and that actually means we can't talk about some things when he's around, like our plans to trick him, the secrets I've told you and basically, all the stuff we say about him, okay? I know you're an awesome secret-keeper. ;D
Matthew: *tries to grin like Al does* That's me, not THE hero, but yours, at the very least. <3
Are you sure? O: You might not be in the right state of mind at the time, y'know.
Arabelle: *nods enthusiastically* Yes, Mummy. Does that mean we have to wait till he's not around then? :O
I should hope so. *mock-huffs* If you go around being the hero for every single damsel in distress like Al does, I'll get jealous. >C
YES, which is why I'm going to wait until after I get married. >.<
Yes, though we might have to wait awhile, you know how clingy Daddy can get. *smiles* Anyway, do you want to make some brownie-cookies now? I don't really know how to make them nor do I have any experience but it'll be fun trying, eh?
Matthew: *smiles at you, pressing his forehead to yours* You're the only damsel on my mind, cherie. *kisses you softly*
I meant, you might not be in the right state of mind to realise that you're not married yet and just do it without thinking. U__U
Arabelle: Okay! *holds on to your hand as you lead her into the kitchen*
^//^ Thank you. *leans head in his shoulder*
Will I really be that far gone? .__O;
*proceeds to then wreck the kitchen and waste some ingredients but we finally wind up with some dough we throw into the muffin pan thingy and cook into the oven* <3
Matthew: *blush* Teehee.
U______U Anything's possible.
Arabelle: *peers into the oven* Mummy, do you think we can /eat/ it? Or are we going to have to feed it to Daddy instead? :O
*falls asleep on his shoulder*
D: Then...what should I do? >:
<.< So it's a /little/ underbaked, but I like it that way, it has a sortof... cookie-dough texture to it, y'know?
(( The last batch of brownie-cookies Mum made actually DID turn out a little dough-like. Coupled with (lots of) cream, it was like a dough-lover's slice of heaven. ))
Matthew: *smiles at your gentle snoozing and wishes this moment would last forever*
What? I dunno. Why are you asking me?
Arabelle: :O Oh, okay. *pokes them with a fork* So is Daddy getting any?
((Fellow cookie-dough lover found! *highfive*))
*snuggles closer to him*
You were the one who brought up the issue. >:
<.< Hmmph, if he /asks/, yes. It's rude not to offer but I'm a little bit huffy at Daddy right now and we're married, so I get to do this. ^^
(( :D *high fives by staring at your elbow* ))
Matthew: *unable to resist stroking your hair while he starts reading his book, still holding you*
Your point?
Arabelle: But why are you huffy at Daddy? I thought all Mummies and Daddies love each other. >:
(( Huh? My elbow? What's wrong with my elbow? o.O ))
*frolicks about happily in a dreamland of...uh...peanuts and collapsing buildings? D:*
You started this mess, you fix it. >:
Oh, I love Daddy a lot still, Ara, but sometimes we argue too. We still love each other even while we're arguing and that's why we always make up afterwards. *secretly happy, and not huffy* But I'm huffy because Daddy was trying to be nice at his own expense.
(( By staring at the other person's elbow (and they doing the same vice versa), you will /never/ miss a high-five again. ))
*peanuts?* Matthew: *finishes another chapter and puts it to the side because he's a little tired too and snuggles a little closer to you*
I have no control over what you do, dear. |:
Arabelle: But shouldn't you be happy that Daddy is being nice instead?
(( O: Really? ))
*Idk I dream weird stuff :P* Mmm?...*mumbles and shifts a little in sleep*
Well, /you/ help me out with the problem here now. >|
>: I don't like being spoiled. >: I don't need extra attention.
(( Yes. You need to try it, I think. Go find some willing vict- person to high-five with and tell them to look at your elbow while you look at theirs. ))
Matthew: *kisses you in your sleep and slowly drifts off, hand still holding yours*
I can't. |: *pokes screen* It's not working, I'm not going through!!
Arabelle: But I thought you wanted Daddy to be around more often. >:
(( :O Where did you learn this from? ))
*still frolicking in dreamland of asparagus and oil rigs xD*
Well, just give me some helpful suggestions then! Dx
Ngh- tchfuhguh.... maybe.
(( I've no idea. ))
Matthew: *shows up in your dreams* !
Just don't become a bartender or let yourself drink anything (that a guy gives you, but just anything in general is a good extra precaution).
Arabelle: *tilts head to one side, confused* Maybe?
(( So you came up with it yourself? ))
D: M-Matthew? I-is that you?
But I wanna be a bartender. >: Why can't I be a bartender?
Fine, Daddy can have three browkies, I'll save them for him here. U__U
(( No, I just really can't remember. xD ))
Matthew: :D
You'll be tempted to drink what you make. >: And we've already gone over what happens if you drink.
Arabelle: So Mummy isn't huffy at Daddy anymore? :D
(( xD You be funny. ))
What are you doing here? D: I-Isn't this /my/ dream?
I won't. And no, you haven't told me what happens if I drink yet. >:
<.< Nope. Don't tell Daddy though.
(( Dx My memory is a bit Swiss Cheese-like but that doesn't mean you can judge, okay?! ))
Matthew: ;D
Dx Our entire conversation has been hinged on what happens if you drink... hasn't it?
Arabelle: >: Why not?
(( Well, at least it's not blue cheese, or it'd be smelleh. xD ))
*takes a wary step back* This is becoming like Inception. :O
It...has? Dx
U__U Think of it like a silly old contest about who can make the other person happier.
(( Ox What cheese is YOUR memory made of? ._O ))
Matthew: O:
Ox Or have we been talking about something different entirely?
Arabelle: :O Okay. So...it's a secret?
(( Mozzarella!! Stretchy. :D ))
To be safe, I shall just ignore you. U___U *turns around and walks away*
Err... I dunno. Dx
Yes and who is the awesomest secret-keeper in the family, baby girl? :D
(( I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE MOZZARELLA! *omnoms your memory* ))
Matthew: D: *chases after you and holds your hand*
Probably, knowing us? x)
Arabelle: *raises hand* Me! ^w^
(( ME TOO NOW STOP NOMMING MY MEMORY. ))
>: But you might be dangerous! I don't even know what you are! You might be a nightmare. :C
I think we were talking about premarital sex, actually. >.>
That's right, now here, I think the browkies have cooled now. D'you think I should call Daddy anyway and we can have some browkies together with some cream?
(( DAMMIT. I WANT ARABELLE SO MUCH NOW. ;n; And how are YOU resisting the temptation to just chew on your memory?! Mozza's delicious! Best thing in the world! ))
Matthew: D; *stops short, looking crestfallen*
Well, I was talking about that from the drunken-and-don't-know-what-you're-doing-until-you-wake-up-the-next-morning point-of-view.
Arabelle: :D *nods enthusiastically*
(( THEN WHAT ARE YOU STILL WAITING FOR? GO MARRY A FRENCHMAN AND GET A DAUGHTER ALREADY. I don't chew on it at all! Dx But yes. Mozza is the best cheese in the world. Ever. U_____U ))
xC *steels myself and walks away*
I don't think that I will land in such a state though. :/ What about you?
Alright, why don't you go look for him and I'll get out the plates and cream?
(( ... I'd rather not? Not right now, anyway. <.<;;; And yea, so you go and eat your memory. ))
Matthew: *puts his hands in his pockets and follows you*
Well, my whole point was that you never know. For all you know, drinking one drink would lead you to drink many drinks and so on.
Arabelle: Okay! *scampers out of the kitchen* Daddy! Daddy! Where are you, Daddy? *runs around the house looking for him*
(( >: Why not? And no. If I do that, I'll forget everything, including you. U___U ))
D: *walks faster*
B| What makes you so sure.
*tries not to squee over how adorable my daughter is and responsibly sets the table*
(( I'm underage. I wanna do lots of other stuff before I get married and 'settle down' for the adventure of marriage and parenthood. And okay, fine. <.<;;; Don't eat mine either... um, just saying. ))
Matthew: *catches up and loops arm around your waist, twists you to face him and captures your lips in a passionate kiss* :D *he can't talk but he still loves you~*
Media- I mean, um, past experience. Not me, but um, other people. Not actors or anything, really real people.
Arabelle: *bounces back while dragging her father along* We made browkies, Daddy! Try some! Mummy says they're nice. :D
Francis: *stares at browkies* You made them with Arabelle, Priscilla?
(( Fine, so long you'll do it in the end. U___U CHEESE. ))
Mmmph! *blushes* *jolts awake and blearily looks around* Huh?...
And what about yourself? .___O
*huff* No, the house elves made them! xD Of course I made them. ... |: Why do you ask...? ._O
(( Fine, fine. ))
Matthew: Uwa! *shaken awake* O: Are you okay? What happened? Is it an earthquake?!
I've never drunk anything. Well... except for two communion services at Anglican churches. Which lead me to the discover that wine tastes awful. And then champagne one time my family got promoted (randomly) to business class. It was also awful.
Francis: Oh I don't know about you, but I'd like to know if my food is possibly lethal or not. ^^
Arabelle: *looks at you in innocent confusion* Mummy, our house has elves? :O
(( YUS. *victory dance* ))
I-I'm not sure? You were in my dream and then...uh... >.<"
Champagne is nice. >: But vodka is the best. :D
It's dough. Cooked in an oven. It's /safe/, cherie.
And unfortunately not, dear that's why I have to do all the work around here. :C
(( You do realise that what I say is almost entirely different from what I set out to do, right? ))
Matthew: ^^ D'aw, I'm honoured to be some one you dream about, ma Belle cherie~
>: It was awful. I don't like drinks that are basically fermented sugar.
Francis: Okay. :D
Arabelle: Why don't we have any elves, Mummy? ;C
(( You mean you don't want little Ara and Benjy? D; ))
*laughs* I dream about anything and everything, and you know that. ^^
>: Why not.
Daddy scared them all away.
(( No, but I rarely ever do what I want to do. xD Also, I'm reconsidering Benjy's name. |: ))
Matthew: D: You laugh.. *but he smiles because he gets to hear your laughter*
>: How do I know why I don't like some things.
Francis: What? :C
Arabelle: Why did Daddy scare them away? >:
((.__________________________________________________________O))
That's just cuz I love you, Mattie. *snuggles in happily*
>: You should have a reason, at least.
That's something you'll have to ask him. Now, shall we eat? ;D *puts a whallop of cream on my browkie and some on Arabelle's*
(( I like Aaron. Arabelle and Aaron. xD But no. I want something a little less conventional, like Arabelle's name. ))
Matthew: And I love you~ *kisses your head*
Fwine. They don't taste good.
Arabelle: *tugs on Francis' sleeve* Daddy, why did you scare them away? >:
Francis: :C I didn't scare them away, your Mummy did! And why don't I get any cream too? >:
(( How about Xan. :D ))
^///^ We're both so mushy I'm going to turn into a marshmallow.
They do. >:
No, your Daddy was the one who did it. And your Daddy is also old enough to pour his own cream too. U__U
(( What. .___. Wassat, some kinda dish? ))
Matthew: I'll be a marshmallow with you, then. :)
That's your opinion and this is mine: they don't.
Francis: I didn't! And d'aww, won't you put some cream on mine too, cherie? >; I've been good!
(( No, it's from AleXANder. :) ))
*laughs* xD You'll be a marshmallow with me? I imagine you to be quite squishy then...*pokes his cheek*
>: But cocktails taste nice.
>: Lazy goof. *puts cream on his browkie too*
(( O: Ohhh, I see. No. ))
Matthew: *pokes YOUR cheek*
Never tried one. I'll judge when I get one.
Francis: I'm not a goof! >:
Arabelle: *getting smudges of cream all over her face as she eats*
(( Fine. >: What then? ))
Eeek! xT We'll both be marshmallows and lead happy, uncomplicated lives. How about that? :D
Okay. Maybe I'll make you one! :D
Yes, you are. *passes Arabelle old face towel we keep in the kitchen as permanent napkins*
(( I've always like Eli... Know any names with THOSE in them? ))
Matthew: As long as I'm with you, I'm fine with anything. *presses kiss to your cheek* <3
|: I thought you WANTED me to like it.
Francis: No I'm not. *wipes Arabelle's face with the towel like the good, responsible father he is U____U*
((Um...gimme a moment...VasELIne. :D ))
>///< R-really?
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*grins, amused at his supposed responsible indignance* Yea, you are. I honestly think the biggest goofs are the ones who deny it later.
(( |: Vaseline? Really, Chessy, REALLY? ))
Matthew: Yes! :D
Um.
Francis: >: Yeah? Then if I'm a goof, what are you?
Arabelle: *omnomnomnomnomnom* <3
(( You asked for a name. :| ))
Even if there aren't any polar bears for you to huggle? >:
Told ya. :D
:D A dreamer who fell in love with a goof. *smiles at Arabelle and shoots Francis a look that says, 'see? She likes it.' U__u*
(( :| I should clarify then. I want /good/ names. ))
Matthew: U___U I'll just hug you.
I don't think I like it still.
Francis: Well, as long as you love me~ <3
Arabelle: Mummy should make brownies more often. :D
(( But Vaseline is useful. :C ))
But I'm not as huggable as Kuma. >:
You don't have to. I just raised it as a point. U____U
*to Francis* .___O Dude, you just quoted a Bieber song... *albeit one I like, when sung by non-Biebers but still*
*to Arabelle* Aw, thank you, Arabelle. Let's keep the rest so we can eat them another day~
(( That's no reason for naming a kid after it... ))
Matthew: So? :C That doesn't matter because I love you more... *just don't tell him though please*
O-kay... *scoots away*
Francis: But I do love you. >:
Arabelle: Okay! ^w^ <3<3<3
(( But it's still useful. :| ))
D8 KUMAJIROU THERE'S SOMETHING THAT YOU REALLY NEED TO KNOW!!
*pokes you*
Me: |: So much that you thought to quote the Beaver? |: Shame on you, cheri.
(( :| So? I don't want my kid to wonder if he's being as useful as his namesake was. |: ))
Matthew: *grabs your waist and forces a hand around your mouth* Isabelle! D;
Nu, I scooted away already.
Francis: >: B-but I really do love you cherie, Bieber or no...
Arabelle: *valiantly trying to reach the browkies in the middle of the table to pack them away despite her rather petite stature* :P
(( Think of it as a form of motivation. U__________U ))
Mmmph!! Mmmph!! Mmmhngrglehph!!!! >x< *struggles*
Not far away enough. And I will follow you~ 8D
>///< Ngh- fine, I forgive you for that. I'll presume you were too far gone to realise what the heckles you were doing. *gets out container for browkies and pushes the plate closer to Arabelle* Be careful, dear.
(( Seems kinda mean. ))
Matthew: *draws you closer to him from behind and murmur into your ear* Listen to what I told you, won't you...? *blushing a bit but determined to seduce you*
TCHYEAH RIGHT, NOBODY OUTSCOOTS ME! >D I learnt from da best.
Francis: Merci, cherie~ <3
Arabelle: Yes Mummy! *determined look as she reaches for the last browkie* Got it! :D
(( It'll help him succeed. U___U ))
B| Mmph. (No.)
Nope, I'm just stalking you about. :D
Good~ *after she's put it in, I close the container and place it on the snacks counter and put away the cream* Now, what should we do today~?
(( It might also give him more teen angst than what is necessary... ))
Matthew: Please, cherie? *nibbles on your earlobe*
*runs off while you're distracted talking about stalkers*
Francis: *snuggles with you*
Arabelle: We could do some drawing! ^//W//^
((Bah, it's character-building. ))
>| Hngor hmm hnghy hst hmmm Mmmfww Hmmwmms, mf mmmf hngyng mm hf hck hfh ngh. (For the very last time Matthew Williams, I'm not going to have sex with you.)
*follows you. Not the decoy.*
That's a nice idea, you can even use those crayons Aunty Lili got you, why don't you get them, Arabelle? I'll find some paper and some inspirational pictures~
*when she leaves, I sit in Francis' lap for a quick kiss and leave to get the paper* ;)
(( It's also horrible when unnecessary. ))
Matthew: ;( A-alright. *lets go* ^^; I'll respect that... though... what if we got married?
*runs really fast that you can't follow me anymore cuz you's a slowpoke*
Francis:*still grinning after the kiss as he goes to get his arty stuff and whatnot*
Arabelle: *bounces back in, waving the crayons* I got them! I got them!
(( Nu, it will make him stronger. Like Doitsu. U____U ))
I am amazed by how you can understand my gibberish. B| /If/ we got married, 'if' being the keyword.
*trails along after you because let's face it, we have an ATTRACTION between us hurrhurr*
*feels warm and fluffy when I see his smile* Heh... Okay, why don't we go do this in the living room where the table's bigger?
*when Francis returns, I hiss in his ear* Don't you dare try to outdraw me- your daughter, I mean. >: I know you. No showboating.
(( <.< I dun wanna raise a Doitsu, I wanna raise... hmm... An America or Austria type would be nice or Liechtenstein or Hungary types... ))
Matthew: :) *and that was how the rp in the note began*
x| We... do...?
Francis: >; D'aww cherie, I don't showboat! Come over here Arabelle, let's see who draws better, you and I or Mummy, okay?
Arabelle: :D *nods and sits on her father's lap, poking inquisitively at all the arty stuff of her dad's*
(( >: Fine. So long they're cute and I get to cuddle them. ))
.____O You mean he married me just for the sex?
U____U Yesh we do.
Me: *facepalm* *mumblesgrumblesbigmouthbah* *dislikes competitions with a passion but fine*
(( .___O As long as you don't spoil them, I'm fine. ))
P: No, but it gave him the idea.
.___. A-and what does that mean...?
Francis: Did you just say something, cherie?~ <3
Arabelle: We're going to make the prettiest picture ever, right, Daddy? :D
Francis: *ruffles her head affectionately* Of course we are, princess. Now, have you got your crayons ready?
(( Spoil them? Pfft, I'm the discipliner from hell. U____U ))
So he married me because of sex.
It means that I will follow you~ Follow you wherever you may gooooo~ :DDDD
:C *doodles airplane flying in the night sky like a shooting star in crayon*
(( Any compromise? ))
Stahp that. :C
I don't really like that... but then again, you already know about the yaoi so I don't know what other secrets I might have left. P:
Arabelle: *peeps over your shoulder* :O
Francis: We'll draw something beautiful too! And Mummy can't see it till we're done! *draws Arabelle over and looks secretively at you*
(( Compromise? ))
Tis true. >: What sort of marriage is this.
8D *follows you*
*hums as I draw, trying to act aloof while sneaking glances when Francis isn't looking* U___U
(( Like not spoiling or overly-strict? |: ))
Tis NOT true, tis a LIEEE!!! >:
*lesigh* :C
Francis: *whispers something in Arabelle's ear*
Arabelle: :O *nods* Okay! ^w^
(( Hmm...I'll just squishie them, how about that? ))
No tis not a lie. >: I dun like this.
:D Francophile.
:I *scribbles harder*
(( ... Eh, fine. I guess that's the best I can ask for. =c=; ))
SEE THIS IS YOU MAKING THINGS HARD FOR ME WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR IMAGINATION AND HOPE CHESSY WHAT WHAT ;~;
=c= Canaphile.
Francis: And this is how you blend the colours...
Arabelle: *drawing with her oil pastels*
(( >: I'll be the coolest auntie they've ever seen, just you wait. ))
IT DIED ALONG WITH MY HEART. :D
:| Got such thing meh.
*mumbles to self: no fair, two bonnefoys are no match for one me :C*
(( You're not allowed to be cooler than me though. ))
Then I must work hard on reviving you!!! >:
Yes. It's... not a commonly-used term, no... but it exists. Canadaphile. :)
Francis and Arabelle: *still deep in concentration over their drawing*
(( Why not. >: ))
Or you could just leave me as a cold, heartless person who doesn't believe in love. That works too. :D
Really? .___O
:C
(( Why not not? U__U ))
O: No, I won't but that makes for a good start of a story. :)
Google it. :)
Arabelle: *looks up and sees your ':C' face* D: Mummy! Are you already done with your drawing?
(( Because reasons. U____U ))
Good start for story? o___o
Oh...wow. It's legit. Legit-ish.
^^; Ahahaha! No, o-of course not, but I almost am so you and Daddy better step it up! I just... er, have some more details to add, yes, details.
(( Why not not not not? U___U ))
:) And at the end, you've been transformed into a hopeful person who believes entirely in love because it's right in front of her, in her, and so on.
Legit-ish is legit enough. U___U
Arabelle: D:
Francis: Don't worry, Ara. Once you finish colouring your bit, we'll be almost done! :D
(( It's supposed to only have three 'not's. :C ))
B< That sounds so...gross. :|
>: How would you know?
U___U;; *keeps 'working'*
(( No, then that turns into a positive which is the answer you're looking for and I can't have that, can I? ))
Yes, well, it happens. |:
I played all of the Ace Attorney games except for the one that hasn't been released in English. U___U
*some frantic colouring from the Bonnefoy side*
(( It turns into a positive? ))
Then I'd rather continue not believing in love.
That does not COUNT. BC
*hums*
(( Er... actually, no. Yes... I dunno what I'm doing so I'll just confuse you instead. >///< ))
Not acceptable.
Does too, so legit-ish is legit.
Francis: And...we're done! :D
Arabelle: We're done, Mummy! We're done!! :D :D :D
(( >: *pummels you* ))
Yes it is, if it means avoiding such a horribly saccharine fate. :C
Does not count.
^^ I can see that. :3 On the count of three, then?
(( *pummelled* x) ))
Nope, not acceptable. Such things are /fate/ and /fate/ is unstoppable. :3 In this case, anyway.
COUNTS~
Arabelle: Okay! Mummy's gonna count to three now! *all fidgety with excitement*
Francis: *smiling at how adorable his daughter is*
((:C *wriggles around* ))
Dx" Couldn't you make it less diabetes-inducing at very least?
DOES NOT.
Hey, we can count together, right? One, twooooo-
(( x) ))
No, no, that's just your inner tsundere talking. U__U And I don't have to listen to it.
WHY NOT~
Arabelle: Three!! :D
*DRAMATIC MOMENT OF REVELATION*
(( (x Atchu. ))
>: Hey, I'm not afraid of walking out on him if that happens. I don't want or need a fairytale prince in my life.
BECAUSE IT IS NOT A SUFFICIENT REASON.
*peeks over my picture* O: Oh wow, Arabelle, that's amazing. ;~; *feels proud* You (and Daddy, I suppose) did a great job!! *stretches over to hug her and kiss her head*
(( x) Aru? ))
He's not a fairytale prince. He didn't really believe in love either. U__U;; There, does that fix it?
IT SHOULD BE.
Arabelle: :) It's a pretty picture, Mummy, because it's a picture of you! And Mummy's very pretty. :>
Francis: ^^ That's right, Mummy's the prettiest of them all. *holds your hand and kisses you*
(( Fusosososo :> ))
>: Somewhat.
NO IT SHOULDN'T.
*thinking: Oh, right, that's me... dang, I need to use mirrors more often.* >///< Aw, you guys flatter me. *thinking: And now, I can't say that my picture is better or worse than their picture of me. Well-played, cheri...*
(( Kolkolkolkolkol. ))
>: Good enough for me.
SHOULD.
Francis: *still holding you close* Hardly, ma cherie. <3
Arabelle: *tilts head to one side* How about your picture, Mummy? What did you draw? :O
(( Ahahahahahahaha. :D ))
So you mean we're both apathetic cynics or something? O:
NOT.
^^; Oh, ehehehehe, right. *puts out very simple and crude crayon drawing of the night sky above an urban city* I had Madagascar the movie on the brain. ^^:
(( Wankerwankerwankerwankerwankerwanker. ))
YES. And then, you FALL in LOVEEE! It's so marvellously deliciously fluffily feelsy! *squee*
TOO.
Arabelle: Are all those skycrapers? :>
Francis: *still cuddling you* But wasn't the movie focusing on, well, Madagascar? Or is this the scene from New York?
(( Chigigigigigi. ))
...How did we get from apathetic cynics to /that/? .____O
THREE.
>.< Yes and yes, it's the scene with New York except with a real starscape. I /like/ New York. :C Never been there but I do like it.
(( ... fine. Honhonhonhonhonhon!!! ))
Now, now, that would be giving away the entire plot and story!
FOR.
Francis: *raises an eyebrow* I don't think you can see that many stars in New York. Light pollution and all.
(( *stunned for a moment, then falls over in a fit of giggles* ))
No, I'm just questioning the logic behind such an endeavour. And wouldn't it be angsty too? >:
FIFE.
I never said it had to be real! >w<
(( It's the only one left that I could think of!! Aruaruaru doesn't really work! ))
It would be everything you'd ever dreamed of. C: So I hope you've been dreaming /good/ dreams~
FIX.
Francis: Anything you say, cherie. <3
Arabelle: *climbs into your lap to take a closer look at the drawing*
(( Heehee. x) ))
>: As a matter of fact, I've had a spate of nightmares recently.
SUVUN.
*can't resist hugging her a little bit, cuz I love her so ;o;*
(( >: Wut. ))
D: Nuuuu. Well, I guess it can't be everything you've dreamed of then.
ATE.
Arabelle: *nestles comfortably in your lap as she pores through the pictures inquisitively* ^w^
Francis: *still embracing you and Arabelle lovingly, filled with warmth at the sight of his little family*
(( Sho cute, you. *pokes your cheeks* ))
Love can be a nightmare. :>
Omnom.
*leans head on his chest*
(( |: *ignores* ))
Now you've gone off-topic.
NOMom. :C
Francis: *kisses you* <3
Arabelle: *twists around to look up at you* So what are we going to do now, Mummy?
(( >: D'awww...what if I made you maggie mee? ))
Tis true! >:
No mom? D;
Hmm, well, what time is it? *strokes her hair* ^^
(( :C I dun like maggie mee. I want maggi mee. Goreng with tom yam flavour. Or anything spicy like curry flavour. Nao. ))
Tis off-topic. >:
No, nom om.
Arabelle: *just learnt how to read the time* Um...*stares at the clock* Four fifteen! :D
Francis: Isn't it about time for Ara's nap?
(( Nao? >: ))
No it's not. If I love the wrong guy that's what'll happen.
Ohhh. Omnomnom. :3
*raises an eyebrow at him, what does he have in mind..* Er, yes, it is. Here, why don't we let Daddy clean up (don't forget the crayons that fell when we dropped the 200-crayon pack, some might've rolled under the fridge and cupboards) and we can go tuck you in. :)
(( NOWWW-UH. ))
You won't love the wrong guy cuz I'll kick his behind far, far, far away from you before you get involved with him, if he's the wrong kinda guy. >:
Nom nom om. >:
Arabelle: But I don't wanna take a nap... >:
Francis: Fwine, let me do all the hard crayon-hunting, will you. >:
(( >: I don't know if I can...))
>: How would you know if he's the wrong guy?
:3 Nom?
*pats both of their heads* Come, Arabelle, I'll sing you a lullaby. *thinking: wait, what?! What-what...?! No, what am I doing?!?!* *leads Arabelle away to her room*
(( Pwease? O3O ))
>: I'll use my intuition!!!
Mnomo. >:
Arabelle: >: Okay.
Francis: *busy hunting for lost crayons in odd nooks and crannies*
(( :/ I'll try? ))
Is it accurate? >:
Momo! :D
*in her bedroom* Now, what song do you want me to sing?
(( >: Try your very best and that'll be enough for me. :3 ))
<.< Um... maybe? ^3^
Monkeyfeathers! :D
Arabelle: *nicely tucked in in her comfy bed with her teddy bear* Any song would be nice. :D
(( Oki. :D *goes off to the kitchen* ))
:C What if it isn't?
>: B-but...
>.< Um, um... Alright, how about this one from Tarzan? Come stop your crying, it will be alright~ ^^ Just take my hand, hooold it tight, I will protect you, from, all around youu... I will be there, don't you cry?
(( ^3^ Mee goreng, mee goreng! O: Oh, if you could cook some egg to go with it too, that would be great. But no veggies, please! That includes fried onions!!! ))
:C Well, it probably is.
>: Cute monkey, nice monkey, little ball of fuuur~ happy monkey, jumping monkey, squish squish squish!
Arabelle: O: But Mummy, I'm not crying.
(( O: Do you want the egg beaten in or fried separately? And why no veggies? >: ))
What if it isn't? >:
>: That didn't even rhyme.
(( >: Mee is to be enjoyed. ))
We don't have to think about that part. :)
Fwine, take 2! *clapboard* >: Cute monkey, nice monkey, little ball of wish~ happy monkey, jumping monkey, squish, squish squish! >:
(well, it's part of the song, Ara :C) For one so small, you seem so strong~ *strokes her hair* My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm! This bond between us, can't be broken, I will be here, don't you cry!
Arabelle: Oh, okay. *snuggles into the blankets and pillows and listens to you sing* ^^
(( But veggies are nice. >: ))
But what if it happens?? >|
>: I'm not a little ball of wish.
*tucks her in under the blankets* Cuz you'll be in my heart, yes, you'll be in my heart! From this day on, now and forever more... *kisses her head as the song ends* Good night, Arabelle and remember, we love you very much. :) *turns out light, puts on nightlight and leaves*
(( >: I dun like them, oki? And just break the egg in when the water's boiling. C: ))
It won't. U__U
So you say. |:
Arabelle: *yawns and mumbles sleepily* Oki, love you too Mummy. =u= Good night. *hugs her teddy and goes to sleep*
(( >: Oki. *stirstirstir* ))
What makes you so sure? U___U
What's a little ball of wish anyway? >:
*closes door and waits for a little bit, protectively before heading back downstairs quietly where I am greeted by the sight of my husband's, er, rear as he's kneeling down to fetch crayons* ... *decides to see how long it'll take for him to be done/notice me*
(( C: Is it done yet? Is it done yet? Isit? Izzit? Izzit?! *bounces on heels* ))
U____U It's /my/ intuition, after all.
A magical puff of love. C:
Francis: *mumbles to self* Ooof, and that should be the last one- *notices you* Oh, Priscilla! Arabelle's sound asleep now, I assume?
(( No lah, don't be so impatient. >: *stirstirstir* ))
Which has not proven to be 100% accurate. U___U
Eeee, I'm not that. >:
*laughs* You missed one, it seems... *walks to him and picks a crayon out of the tangles of his hair* -and yes, she is. ^3^
(( :C *squats in corner to wait* ))
It's not proven to NOT be 100% accurate. U_____U
Oki, a magical puff of what then?
Francis: O: Oh! Thank you, cherie. *laughs along with you and puts it back into the box* And now /that/ should be the last one, I hope.
(( *stirs for a while more, then cracks in an egg* ))
It has not been proven to even /exist/ at all. U____U
>: I'm not a magical puff of anything. I'm me.
*kisses him on the cheek* Thank you for doing that for me. ^^ *it certainly saved /me/ the trouble, hehe*
(( :C Why so slow!!! *flails on the ground in a tantrum* ;O; ))
U__U My point exactly, you cannot say anything about it because it hasn't done anything.
Okay, you're a magical puff of you. C:
Francis: <3 Hehe, anything for you, ma cherie. *kisses your head*
(( >: If you continue throwing a tantrum I'll eat the noodles myself. ))
Precisely. So it's basically useless. U___U
>: Whassat?
>///< Heehee.
(( :C *stops and sits in corner patiently* ))
No, no, it hasn't proven that either.
You're a Cheshire Cat. C: Poofy, shnuggly and strange in an awesome way. Also, btw, I'm dressing up as you for a party (<.<;; My... first party ever in a looong time). C:
Francis: *grins* And you're always as adorable as usual. <3
(( >: Good. ))
That's how useless it gets.
>: Everyone says I'm the Cheshire Cat. But anyway, have fun at your party and don't flirt too much with the boys~ (Especially in your sexy cat get-up! ;D)
And you, *taps his nose* are not stopping with the compliments again.
(( :C ))
Exactly! It's so useless it's USEFUL! :D
The, a, same difference wat. The QUESTION is why is a raven like a writing desk? And also, are you Disney or Burton? And, dear Chessy, said sexy cat get-up involves childish cat ears and baggy pants. xD
Francis: Why would I? You're beautiful and perfect, and everything in between~ <3
(( *stirs it some more, then scrapes it all into a bowl* Done! :3 ))
>: Uh, no.
Just don't flirt too much with the boys, okay? ;D
>.< It's too much! It's like all you can say are compliments! D: Where did my husband who was perfectly capable of holding a logical, deep debate with go to?!
(( :D *nomnomnomnomnom!!!* All done, moar plz!! *so hungry still* ))
What kinda counterargument is that? D:
P: Does British-barn-dancing with them and then watching Skyfall with them in the basement count? Though note that I eventually went back to the girls' room to sleep. |: Just to clarify.
Francis: *gives you an amused look* They're not compliments, they're true! And how are we going to have a logical, deep debate over how much I love you? <3
(( >: Fwine. *goes out to buy McDonald's instead* ))
It was a fact, not a counterargument. C:
8D Ooooooohhhh~ Someone's /socialising/~
>.< We're not a couple still on their honeymoon, we're two sensible besties who are past all the *tsundere huff* gooey love proclamation stuff!! *flail*
(( D: Nuu, I want noodles. :C ))
No is NOT a fact. >:
=-= Socialis/ed/. I'm done now. *in her caveroom chilling out after a fever*
Francis: Nonsense, cherie. Our honeymoon lasts as long as our marriage! And sensible as we may be, that doesn't change the fact that I'm still madly in love with you~ <3
(( >: Does McDonald's sell noodles? ))
Yesh it is. >:
Hmm. >)
<.<;;; Alright, that is a fair point and I'm still head-over-heels in love with you too. *kisses the bridge of his nose* But it just feels... well, shallow for the lack of a better term. There's so much to this life that we can do together, why stick to just well, proclaiming our love for each other? :D Let's go ride a roller coaster!!!
(( >: Maybe, if we took over the world and made it sell noodles. ))
You lie. :|
Dx No more sick fics dear, Francis makes a horrible, totally unprofessional nurse.
Francis: *smiles at your enthusiasm* While I do enjoy roller coaster rides myself, I hardly think abandoning Arabelle here at home would be the best course of action.
(( http://sg.news.yahoo.com/mcdonalds-goes-asian-noodles-austria-170353679.html ))
No I don't. U___U
>; I hurt. Francis is even more hurt.
*poutglare* We'd bring her with us, of course!!! Don't be such a meaniehead. Though I suppose we'd have to use smaller roller coasters she can ride but I don't mind so /you/ can hold our bags while /we/ ride. C:
(( D: Aiyaah, Austria so far away... *sobs to self* ))
W-well, nurses don't kiss their patients!!!! It risks bringing infection to other patients!!!! >///<
Francis: >: Not /now/, Ara's having her nap now.
(( >: Sorry lah. ))
Ah, but you're the only patient he's tending to~~ ;D
Dx Stop making me seem so unlogical lah you! Of course not now!! >C<;;; *flail*
(( >: You bring me to Austria plz? ))
:/ I still disapprove.
Francis: *chuckles* Of course not, Priscilla.
(( I think about it. :C ))
That doesn't matter. U___U
>///< You're just amused by all this, aren't you? *jabs his cheek accusingly*
(( >: Done yet? ))
:C My mother told me never to date a guy who couldn't take no as an answer. Actually, she didn't tell me that, but I decided it for myself and it's a good value to have.
Francis: ^^ And what if I am?
(( No. :3 ))
Ah, but Francis can take no for an answer, I'm the one who can't. And since you'er not dating me, this is legit. U___U
>.< I'll, I'll never kiss you ever again!!!!
(( :3 I waiting. ))
:C Then I shan't date you or Francis, since essentially, you're hitting on me through Francis and if one of you can't take no for an answer, the other can't either. :D I win.
Francis: There there, Priscilla, don't get so worked up~ <3 *pats your head*
(( I mean, my answer is no. :3 ))
Just to clarify, I'm straight. You lose.
Dx W-why aren't you taking my threat seriously?! >C
(( I still waiting for correct answer. :3 ))
No, no, this is in terms of the Mattelle-francilla war. I'm single now, you've got Matthew. I win, see? :3
Francis: Because I'll still love you anyway. :3
(( Which is no. :3 ))
Nope, you've still got Francis. :3
>///< You know, you are like, a tsundere's worst enemy!
(( Which is yes. ))
Ahem, did I not just break up with him? 3:<
Francis: That's why I married you, didn't I? <3
(( My answer is still no. :3 ))
You can't break up true love, dear~ <3
*physically unable to be mad at him no more but playfully shoves him away* Oh, you and your ulterior motives. >///<
(( No, I changed it. C: ))
>:C Yes, I can!!! That's how unhappy endings happen!!! I am the writer, I do what I want!!!!!!
Francis: C: You make me sound so scheming and cunning. *laughs*
(( I changed it back. C: ))
Nope, you're not the writer here, I am. U___U
*watching him laugh* Am I lying though? *raises amused eyebrow*
(( C: Cannot, can only change one time. ))
:C But I'm a real person, ahem.
Francis: You give me too much credit, cherie C:
(( I changed it before you did. C: ))
That doesn't change the fact that I'm the writer here and you're not. U___U
No, no, I do not, not in the slightest bit. U___U
(( Then you changed it anyway so I didn't need to. :D Ta-da, I win! ))
:C But... :C But....
Francis: That just means that you're more scheming and cunning than I am, then. ^^
(( My answer is still no. C: ))
Because.
It takes one to know one. Anyway, so I'm the one with the advantage in this marriage? *eyebrows rise*
(( :C No, it isn't. ))
:C Because why?
Francis: >: There's no such thing as advantages in a marriage, there's only love!
(( It is. C: ))
Because reasons. U3U
You make it sound so cheesy. >:C
(( No, it's yes. ))
But think of the children!!! D:
Francis: I thought you liked cheese. >:
(( Nope. C: ))
I-I don't have any children!!! >:
I prefer my cheesy as random fun, which this is not, and even then, only Camembert and Mozarella, bub!
(( Keep telling yourself that. ))
Er, I just meant children in general but that's sweet, what are their names? C:
Francis: But I meant every word I said. There are no advantages in marraige, only love. U___U
(( Okay. C: ))
I said I don't have any children. B|
>.< *indignant when he more-or-less wins* Hmmph. *unable to say anything to that, I huff and go to watch the Avengers/Tom Hiddleston's beautiful face*
(( U3U Won't mean it's trueee~ ))
:"C So mean to deny your children's existence.
Francis: <3 *foolows you and cuddles with you as he watches the Avengers along with you* (lol mentioning the Avengers just brought a whole slew of memories back for me xD)
(( Keep telling yourself that C: ))
I don't have any children, that's why! Dx"
*tries not to so blatantly sigh at Loki's lines and appearances since that's just rude >.<*
(( >: That argument has already been used. ))
:"C Well, you have millions of half-children in your body. U____U;;; Sorry, I'm crude.
Francis: *holding you close* C:
(( Too bad. C: ))
No, I only have 300,000-ish left now. >:
*sniffles a bit at Loki's parts because I'm remembering Thor* :"(
(( >:C It is an invalid argument. ))
That's still a lot, eh. *hands you protection* I can only spoil so many of you and Matthew's children.
Francis: O: Are you alright? *concerned*
(( It is valid now. C: ))
>: What if I want lots of kids? Like, seven? :C
;"C Poor Loki... I wanna hug him. He needs a hug.
(( Nu, not unless I say it is, which I won't. ))
You can still have lah. Just not ~300,000 children.
Francis: There there. *pats you reassuringly* ^^
(( That is invalid. U__U ))
:| I don't think anyone is capable of popping out that many kids.
*hugs Franny instead* ;O;
(( Nope. C: ))
Exactly. It's your health I'm looking out for here. *tosses more protection at you* :3
Francis: C: *smiles at this pleasant turn of events*
(( Yesh. C: ))
D:" H-hey!! You're the one who needs it more than I do! >: *shoves it all back to you*
;O; We're out of popcorn, go make more s'il tu plait. *chu on the cheek* >3<
(( Noes. C: ))
Nah, I'm good. *tosses even more*
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