lévesque & ito

the world fell apart didn't you notice? ⚜⚜⚜ loïc chrétien lévesque crown attorney [alive || nexus]

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world on fire  ;; [open]

Things always seemed to get worse in this place. Not that LoÏc wasn’t expecting it or anything, but he was kind of getting tired of having to deal with everyone else while it was happening. He was not a happy camper, and his head itching so badly was horrible in conjunction with these stupid nails. How did those people DEAL with nails like that. Not only did he break the skin of his scalp because of it, but his fingers felt ridiculously uncomfortable as well, and everything was starting to get on his nerves. He was doing his best to calm down, and with the opening of a band room, he decided that was the best place to head. Just like his old high school. 

What he didn’t take into account was that his nails were going to get in the way of his flute-playing. It was the most awkward attempt at the instrument since he first picked one up, and he poked himself in the face a good number of times trying to figure things out. No matter how professional he tried to act, he was still a teenage kid. A very frustrated, very upset teenage kid. Giving up the attempt at music, he groaned loudly and sunk to the floor, lying down with a soft thump. And then the announcement happened. And everything felt like it was being pulled apart and he thought he was dying and Jesus maybe it would’ve been better if he DID die. Pained screams filled the room for a short moment, he curled up tightly, squirming uncomfortably until the changes stopped once again. He froze in place, silent outside of a quiet hissing sound. 

Minutes later, the door creaked open, and Loïc immediately scrambled to his feet, as if he wasn’t just screaming and rolling around on the floor like a fucking disappointment. He did NOT look happy. With crossed arms, he faced the intruder, staying quiet for a moment.

“Tabarnak, what is it.”

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Maybe the day will go a little better if she learned how to play an instrument, Xue thought. 

Maybe being almost strangled and tossed around by a rag doll, and then mocked by her room mate wasn’t so bad. The rain thing, could be worse too. Well, except for the fact the rain cloud didn’t hover over her this time, but it slowly kept on expanding until it stretched over the entire section of the new area they got. She hoped they had drains around here, having the place flood again would not be nice. Thanks, Florian. 

Of course, the poor girl didn’t anticipate being moist once more, so showering and changing back into her regular clothes was obviously, pointless. So, here she was, ruining her favorite jacket and dress again, all because she decided to sprout a rain cloud again. This occurrence was probably, at most, weirder than her. 

Seeing how the massive cloud that was raining all over, and sometimes thundering, was still following her, she thought it would be better to not wander around much.

Which meant, she was going to wander around to see what would happen to the cloud. 

Before entering the band room, she called out “<Knock, knock!>” and swung open the door without waiting for a response. Xue, you didn’t even knock on the door. She paused when she saw Lotion Man– she meant, Loic in the corner of her eye and rushed up to him. 

“AAAHHHH!!!” Thank you, Xue.

“You got the HISSS HISS!!” What does this even mean. “And, <gasp> your nails! Your nails, they grow! Like before, Lotion Man! You looked tired, but you always alwaaays look tired. You are using the uh.. the lube, correct? Use it more, it shall relax you!” 

She realized she didn’t let him speak and shut her mouth. Only for a bit.

“So how is Lotion Man feeling?”

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Just what he needed to brighten his day. A dose of fucking rain. And the star girl to boot. He felt a couple of his brain cells just up and give up on the world as a deep sense of pure unbridled rage washed over him. Or maybe that was just the raindrops. He couldn’t really tell, because either way he was burning and his fingers twitched as he watched Xue approach him. Not now. Please not now. Anything but this. He slowly tilted his head up to face the ceiling, as if asking God, if you’re really out there, please give me a fucking break.

“...Hello, Mme. Luo.”

With a deep sigh, his gaze dropped back down to Xue as she talked. He did his best to ignore everything she was saying, really. His eyelids closed, and he tried his best to focus on his breathing instead. The sensation of things constantly wiggling around in his hair was really fucking ticking him off. He looked like he might’ve even been vibrating very gently, just so full of angry energy that he couldn’t keep himself still. 

Before he could speak again, he had to take a deep breath to steady himself. His fingers shook, slightly numb to him. His head felt hot and he really just wanted to scream at the moment. He couldn’t, though. That wasn’t professional. Instead, he stayed eerily quiet for a long moment, eyes once again closing and opening.

“Yes, aren’t I pleased. I think I’m just fine. Not tired at all. The only tired I am is tired of all of this... this.... Augh. No, never mind. Do not speak to me like that. I’m having none of this I am not in the mood to deal with bullshit right now, Mme. Luo.”

There was a rage in his eyes that was only dulled from how bloodshot red they were. Or maybe that made it more intense. 

“I am not feeling well at all and I would appreciate it if you took that into consideration before making my day worse.”

His voice was less careful than usual, an uncharacteristic roughness grazed his syllables. He was tired. He was angry. And he was not ready to deal with Xue of all people.

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world on fire  ;; [open]

Things always seemed to get worse in this place. Not that LoÏc wasn’t expecting it or anything, but he was kind of getting tired of having to deal with everyone else while it was happening. He was not a happy camper, and his head itching so badly was horrible in conjunction with these stupid nails. How did those people DEAL with nails like that. Not only did he break the skin of his scalp because of it, but his fingers felt ridiculously uncomfortable as well, and everything was starting to get on his nerves. He was doing his best to calm down, and with the opening of a band room, he decided that was the best place to head. Just like his old high school. 

What he didn’t take into account was that his nails were going to get in the way of his flute-playing. It was the most awkward attempt at the instrument since he first picked one up, and he poked himself in the face a good number of times trying to figure things out. No matter how professional he tried to act, he was still a teenage kid. A very frustrated, very upset teenage kid. Giving up the attempt at music, he groaned loudly and sunk to the floor, lying down with a soft thump. And then the announcement happened. And everything felt like it was being pulled apart and he thought he was dying and Jesus maybe it would’ve been better if he DID die. Pained screams filled the room for a short moment, he curled up tightly, squirming uncomfortably until the changes stopped once again. He froze in place, silent outside of a quiet hissing sound. 

Minutes later, the door creaked open, and Loïc immediately scrambled to his feet, as if he wasn’t just screaming and rolling around on the floor like a fucking disappointment. He did NOT look happy. With crossed arms, he faced the intruder, staying quiet for a moment.

"Tabarnak, what is it.”

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Dial M For Murder [Jericho/Loic/Takara]

To be honest, this was embarrassing. This whole… thing. Sure, at least what they’d gotten wasn’t grotesque, like most of the other students, they guessed they were lucky in that regard, but still. They’d went from being fairly tall to probably the shortest person there, or one of the shortest people at the very least. And c’mon. They’d been tall and handsome and… not five feet tall. 

They had to admit their pride was a little wounded, but hey. They could be dead, like Arielle.

They hadn’t really talked to her pointy-eared self, but… still. This was… jeez, okay, if you had to kill someone, which you, y’know, shouldn’t, you could maybe refrain from desecrating a theater. For just a second they find themselves a smidge more mad about the whole theater thing than another murder, before shaking their head, just slightly, to bring themselves back. Anyway.

At least they were used to walking around this way now… admittedly, in their roommate’s clothes; their own much more fashionable wardrobe (sorry Xue) no longer fit them. Obviously. But, for now, they might as well investigate. Find the murderer and all that. Already, it seems kind of… worn. Almost cliche, if this weren’t real (?) life and their lives weren’t probably on the line.

Jericho begins by circling the theater, examining the floor and a lot of the chairs, before getting down on their hands and knees and crawling underneath of them, looking for evidence. Hey, might as well use their new height to their advantage! Their very, very few advantages. 

As they wriggle out back into the aisle, a foot very nearly steps on them, and they glance up to see…

“Ah, Miss Takara, Loic, nice to s–!” WAIT. No, no, not again. They were an actor, they wouldn’t allow for this kind of faux pas to happen. “ssurprisingly run into you here!” they finish, absolutely beaming. “I mean, goodness, what are the chances of us crossing paths again?” Greater than they thought, probably, given that everyone had likely been drawn to the body, and starting to investigate there seemed like as good a place as any to start. 

“But! I digress. Miss Takara, I believe that the last time this unfortunate mess happened, we were a wonderful team! Why, we scoured the area for clues, along with Miss Kerry and Apollo, like a regular Scooby Doo gang! You know, I never really did figure out if I was Daphne or Fred? I could see myself as both, really! Fashionable and in charge, or simply fashionable! Goodness, I– Well, I suppose now that Loic would be Freddie, hmm? Making me Daphne! I can certainly deal with this. And you, Miss Takara, would be Velma! We could find ourselves a Shaggy and Scooby–there are some wonderful candidates for that role, after all–but I think that, perhaps, the three of us could be a wonderful team to search out clues?”

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Another murder, just weeks after the last one. Sickening, it was all sickening! Takara knew they were all under pressure, sure! She’d been slippery and speaking in showtunes for this whole week, but no one saw her running amok and suffocating people over it!  In fact, as far as she could tell, everyone was being dramatically childish over this situation! So what if a few people were aggressive or itchy or blind or whatever?! 

Now, those voices, on the other hand… they were a bit unsettling. Hearing her sister of all people calling out for her like that- it wasn’t something she could think about right now! Time is money, baby, and maybe with enough money she could buy her way out of this shithole…. or at lease purchase some more absorbent towels. 

After nearly stomping on Jericho, she stopped, but put on a weakly confident grin to air out her usual cheer. Tilting her head up, where she only assumes the tall Jericho stood, she chuckled at the star.

“Wonderful team indeed! My glasses, my glasses!” She walked her way between some of the seats, reaching her hands around exaggeratedly as if she couldnt see, or something, for the full Velma effect. In the process, she managed to fumble right into the corpse, pawing her hands over it. 

“Eugh- oops- warn a girl wont you. Anyway, sure thing, Jerry Berry. You were tons more useful to me than this amateur sleuth’s ever been!” She said, an overwhelmingly teasing tone to her voice that was far from aggressive. She seemed to be pointing behind her, at Loic. Let’s hope that’s where he is.

Now that she’d already touched the body, she figured she may as well do some more searching. Without a wrinkle to her nose, she dug her hands through Arielle’s pockets, clothes, and anywhere else she can reach, looking for wounds or other evidence. 

“A seeing eye actor is always what I wanted. Though, I suppose time for jokes is well past. It’s a damn shame this had to happen again- and by a damn shame, I mean I’m disgusted that another of our classmates has proven to be so vile as that flowery motherfucker. Those audio snippits were disturbing- I’d hate to lose yet another sibling, believe me- but sacrificing a life for the safety- no- safemindedness that your loved ones may not already be tortured-  its just not just!” 

With a firm nod, she had the image of someone pure and confident in her ideals. Even as she touched over an apparent prior loss, she didnt falter. 

“I’d like to think I can trust the two of you.” She said, a bitter sort of twinge to the stressed word as she turned between her estimations of Loic and Jericho’s locations. “We’re friends, after all, with a certain history for both of us at this point. Now if either of you has done something you regret I suggest you confess and repent now to redeem any ounce of my respect for you.” She loomed darkly over the corpse as she spoke, touching up around her neck to feel out any patterns or abrasions left in her skin.  She also sticks her fingers in the victims mouth, to check for a gag or anything else. 

“Also, if there’s any weird blue blood or decapitations lingering around that I havent noticed, please let me know.”  She added, not wanting to miss an important detail until the trial again.

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It was hard to do much investigating when your fingers ended in nails reaching maybe two inches in length. Loïc did his best to pretend nothing was wrong as he made his way to the theatre. Instead of just finding the death file, though, he was welcomed with the body of Arielle, as well as the investigating gremlins- he means peers- Jericho and Takara. With a small sigh, he crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to stab himself in the arm with his own fingernails. 

Quietly, he reevaluated the past week to himself, yes, some people might have become monstrous in rather obvious ways, though was this really a reason to be so riled up about things? Yes, perhaps the screaming of a large number of people would be unsettling, but did that have to lead to the death of an innocent? At least, she was innocent from what he saw. 

Just the thought of someone resorting to suffocating a girl with already broken arms was rather disgusting in his opinion. And all of this because of a couple of screams? Was it even for sure that the voices were still alive at this point? He thought not. The motive in itself was beyond illegal (more kidnapping, hostage-holding, who knows what else), but the thought of someone committing first-degree murder over it in the hopes that someone important to them would be safe was absolutely disgusting. The mock lawyer narrowed his eyes in distaste, eyebrows pulled together as he expressed his displeasure, probably one of the few emotions this asshole had in the first place. 

“I take quite a lot of offence to that, Mme. Ito. I’m not a sleuth, I’m a lawyer. My job is not to investigate the scene so much as it is to investigate the connections between the evidence found at the scene afterward in an attempt to prove that the accused is, without a doubt, guilty of the crimes placed forward. And, not to mention, the entire... trial process here is... less than sub-par. I’m not exactly pleased with this form of... collaborative efforts without that of a levelheaded judge around.

“And, anyways, speaking of levelheadedness, I do not think someone would be as levelheaded as I am if they were to have committed such an unsavoury act of murder. I am confident when I say you can trust I’ve done nothing here, Mme. Ito. And I’m sure Mx. van Halen can feel safe around me as well. Though, if the lot of you are finished crawling around and putting your grubby fingers all over a dead body as disrespectful as it is, we should probably spread our investigation out further. Perhaps look for a murder weapon to work on determining the profile of the guilty party, oui?” 

It is only then that he lifts his hands, one horribly clawed finger pointing toward the theatre doors. “Surely everyone will end up investigating here, as this is where the information is presented in the first place. And, although the body is an important part of the case, we must begin narrowing down our suspects instead.”

And so, after six paragraphs of Loïc Lévesque doing nothing but complaining, all he does is suggest moving away. And this goes to show how useful Chase is in investigations.

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in the blood ;; [rxn/open]

Is this what they called a trial nowadays? And... and the aftermath.... It was all absolutely disgusting. Loïc couldn’t believe that he was subjected to such things. He could be angry about it for hours and hours, but that would only further his title as self-absorbed prick, right? He hated all of it. They ruined the sanctity of the court of law. They ruined all form of order.... He was so frustrated his hands were shaking, he searched for solace in resting for a while but....

Instead, he found himself walking through the halls to the kitchen, the gift box in his hands. Although he walked tall, he looked rather displeased, almost bitter. Anyone who wound up close enough to hear his mumbles would simply hear one thing as he marched.

“Yes, I’m sure that Doctor Jenkins, among other people, thinks I need to go fuck myself or something, but i’m not exactly interested.” 

Anyone who wound up close enough to look into the opened box would simply see one thing. A bottle of lube. Thanks, Doctor Jenkins.

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☆ andromeda ☽ [loïc]

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shslcelestial:

It was much easier to talk to Loïc now that he’s almost at the same ground level she’s at. She didn’t seem willing at all to get up, she moved her hands to place them on her stomach and whispered something. Probably another “ow” because she was still holding onto the dice like dear life. 

She loosened her grip a little and one of the dice fell out, revealing her palm burned with red marks. Presumably, it came from the dice she just released. 

“Yes, yes, that is the saying! That is exactly what I am doing now. Ow.” She closed her eyes for a brief moment, concentrating before looking back over where he was. Was it her jacket? If she even manages to get up, she should just strip down. 

“Oh! Yes, I shouldn’t have said that. But it is best to think positive! Look ahead! The future will be better!” She sounds extremely pained as she says that and sneaks out another curse word. “I do hope we all get better though! Heal, heal, heal! The magic word!” She holds the dice even tighter. 

“I will call you Mister Lévesque, then! If that is alright with you, of course.” She finally lets go of the dice, letting it roll on the floor. “The feeling is mutual then, it is a pleasure to meet you as well! Yes, our current circumstances are not exactly great for a first meeting, but nether less! I have met a new person so I am happy. Oh!” She realizes she’s rambling and grins, “I am Xue Luó! May I ask for assistance? I think the ground is getting a little too close for comfort here!” 

Please no stripping in the games room this is not the intended use of the games room. 

Loïc quietly watched the girl as a die rolled out of her hands, deciding against questioning it, considering the fact that they were in a game room and all. Instead, he continued to wonder why she was lying on the floor in pain. He seemed rather concerned, but maybe it was just the fact that he felt really tired. He made a mental note about the odd burn on her hand before leaning over a bit more to inspect it.

“Hey, ehm, are you sure you’re okay? What’s hurting you?” Her optimistic attitude was really not sitting well with the realistic Loïc, her best wishes and happy thoughts just seemed to make him look at her funny. Still, he tried his best to be as nice as possible, and tried for a more genuine, less confused smile. “I mean, I know we’re all in the same boat, but you seem to be suffering a lot more than I am, at this point in time at least.” 

He decided it was best to shut up about things that didn’t matter, though. Names were being traded and someone was in need of help. Why he thought it was fine to just keep talking while people were suffering, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t thinking straight at the moment anyway.

“Of course, Miss Luó.”

All right. It was time to be useful for once, Lévesque. After assessing the situation, he reached over to help Xue, unsure of what to expect, if anything. Was he about to accidentally hurt her even more? He hoped not. In the case that he did, however, he decided that he could use the defense of ‘she very clearly asked him to try and help and that’s all he was trying to do’. Anyway. Enough overthinking. He was going to help her out. 

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rabbit in a snowstorm ;; [Riley]

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Riley was a morning person. She considered herself to be a morning person. If she had to, she could roll out of bed and be presentable and ready for the day in a minimum of four minutes – three if she was late for something. Back at home, it hadn’t been an uncommon sight for her to be wide awake at five thirty in the morning, getting a head start on whatever she had to do tomorrow.

That wasn’t why she was awake at this ungodly hour, whatever it was. Waking up early would have implied that she had gotten some sleep in the first place.

Needless to say, Riley was not in a great mood. Her first stop had been to the kitchen, only to find that late night snacks were not exempt from the ‘three meals a day’ plan that they had all been put on. Everything was stupid. She was hungry, she was tired, and she couldn’t sleep because everything was so damn itchy.

She paced around the halls, waiting for her exhaustion to outweigh the annoyances. It was all she could do, for now.

After watching ten minutes of Space Jam in the theater, she headed towards the game room – and was surprised to see someone else there, muttering to himself in French and playing Othello against himself in the middle of the night like a loser. She was pretty sure it was French, at least. Hell if she knew what he was actually saying.

“Je ne comprends pas…  c’était français, oui?”

She moved from the doorway to take a seat across from Loïc at the table. Playing a game was just as good of a way to pass time as watching Space Jam for the third time. 

“C’est trop… early pour moi to think about speaking French maintenant.  Anyways, you’re going to lose if you keep against yourself. Pick a color, start a new game.”

She halfheartedly gestured at the half-completed board. Up close, it was easy to see that she sporting what looked to be an impressive sunburn – maybe Leroy’s microphone had hit some kind of UV blast ray. Whatever it was, she’d decided that for now she was going to blame everything that was happening on Leroy. It was easier that way.

His hands were folded in front of his head, both resting on his knees as he tried so hard to take a stupid nap. Yeah, whatever, it wasn’t his room but hell if he had the energy to get up and go back at that point. His quiet muttering was the only sound in the room until the door opened. Being so focused on thinking to himself, though, he had barely heard it, and only ended up noticing Riley when she spoke.

“...Ah. Oui. S- sacres. Trés désolé.” 

How embarrassing. Someone he didn’t know and he probably already made a bad impression on them. Oh well. He was too tired to care at the moment. At least sacres were only used in Quebec. Maybe there was a chance he was safe from complete humiliation. He rested his chin on his arms, lazily tilting his head from side to side as Riley joined him.

“Quelle heure et-il? Er. What time is it? I can hardly tell.” 

He rubbed at his eyes and tried to sit up a little straighter, now that he had company with him, scratching at his head before scooping all the chips up. He was fairly sure that he wasn’t going to be able to do well at all, but it was probably a good idea to get his mind off of everything for a little. He shifted the board closer to the centre of the table and made his first move. He always picked white, of course.

Resting one of his arms on the table, he inspected his companion quietly. He didn’t recognize her. He was determined to make a good impression on everyone, at the very least, and that was what he was going to do. So, despite the fact that he wanted to melt into a ball and sleep forever, he made an effort to at least be a little courteous.

“Thank you, er, for giving me company. It’s a pleasure to meet you, even though it’s a rather unfortunate moment to meet me. I can assure you I don’t always look like this. Ah. My name is Loïc, by the way. Loïc Lévesque.”

At that point, he covered his mouth to yawn, and proceeded to rub at his eyes again afterward. 

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rabbit in a snowstorm ;; [sousuke]

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Whatever was twisting inside of him had momentarily subsided, which filled the innkeeper with relief. What he felt was something purely and only describable as fury, unbridled diluted fury. It was disgusting, truly disgusting to feel his blood boil inside of him. At the same time, he couldn’t help it. This wasn’t something petty he could be the bigger person over. This was some kind of beast ripping itself through the wall, something he couldn’t hold back.

He needed a few deep breaths after his outburst of shouting, grabbing a granola bar and quickly eating it, leaving the wrapper in the trash can. There was some sort of adrenalin rush after his anger, he didn’t know why, but he felt more… Impulsive after being so frustrated. He needed time to calm down. A good half hour passed by before he even set out of his room. 

Something drew him back to the game room, inevitably. Perhaps it was his curiosity, but he felt the need to figure out why he was so senselessly angry. It’s never happened before, he doesn’t even know what prompted it. He just shouted, get up, get up. His eyes spotted loic, which he gave a wave to.

“Good morning Levesque-senpai. How are y-”

His heart beat became so amplified that it began to drown out all sorts of other sound. The same feeling, righteous fury and retribution suddenly channeled through the fiber of his every being. He felt simply as if he should pounce on his new-found acquaintance, simply rip him to shreds. Well, more like punch the ever loving shit out of him, but they’re the same. He suddenly held himself back, gripping the doorway which such ferocity he swore it would crack the frame.

His nice voice suddenly curled into a ferocious spat, gritting his teeth just to not yell.

“Loic, I’m sorry, but if you don’t run right now, I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

“Deux cent soixante-dix-neuf. Commet une infraction quiconque enlève une personne dans l’intention, A, soit de la faire séquestrer ou emprisonner contre son gré, ou C, soit de la détenir en vue de rançon ou de service, contre son gré, est coupable d’un acte criminel passible de l’emprisonnement à perpétuité.... L’emprisonnement à perpétuité. Imprisonment for life... and yet, we are the ones stuck here until we supposedly die?”

Who knew how many games of Othello he played against himself at that point? All we know is that Loïc was slowly driving himself crazy with quiet mutterings of what was most likely some weird law shit or something. He looked so empty inside, setting dual-toned chips, one way or the other, onto the board. It was almost mechanic at that point. He was so empty. He just wanted to get some rest. Still, he continued to mumble legal things under his breath as he flipped chip after chip over, running a hand through his hair. 

He almost didn’t notice the door open, but as he was greeted, his head shot up to investigate, only to see someone he recognized. What was this guy doing awake so late? Or.. early? Or... whatever it was, really, he wasn’t sure anymore. Unfortunately, Sousuke didn’t seem like he was having a very good time, either, and as he watched the boy suddenly stop mid-sentence, Loïc raised a brow, slightly confused, slightly intrigued. Run? The Canadian didn’t even think he had the energy to run. Instead, he tilted his head, resting it on his knees.

“...What? Mr. Eguchi, I’m... not exactly sure what you’re talking about right now. I... find that request rather odd, especially considering you’re blocking the only exit out of the room. I’m not in the mood for playing around, you know.”

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☆ andromeda ☽ [loïc]

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shslcelestial:

Finding a girl curled up on the floor in a mess of game boards and pieces must be a weird thing to stumble on. It didn’t help that everything else around the room was a mess, chairs on the floor, a book on the table that looks like it was knocked over. 

Upon hearing a voice, she stopped muttering out some rather verbal curses that could only be understood if the person knew Mandarin. She tried getting up, but when she even touched the floor with her hand, she cursed. “Ow. <Shit.>” She decided it was best for her to remain curled up on the floor. 

She wanted to be polite though, so she shifted herself slowly to turn to whoever was speaking. It appeared to be someone she’s never met or spoken to before– though has she seen him around? Hmm. 

She smiled, though she looked like she was in pain as she did so. “Hello, stranger.” She needed to think positively, though the fact everything that she touched hurt her, it didn’t help much. “I believe I am doing, Keep Calm and Lie Down! I am trying not to panic, stranger!” She is trying her very best.

Xue didn’t even make any effort to look like she needed help getting up, but she really needed to. “Everything is. Okay. Not bad, but okay! It could be worse, you know?” She tried to laugh, and let out a weak chuckle instead. “If you do not mind me asking, who are you exactly?”

This whole thing was a mess. All he wanted to do was get some rest and calm down, but no, nothing ever seems to go his way, does it. Leroy was getting on his nerves, and just the lingering thought of that guy’s stupid speeches made his fists curl up. Still, he had to stay collected. He was a professional. He was serious, and always careful. Nothing bad could ever happen, and if it did, he was going to be fine with it. He was a lawyer, everyone knew they didn’t have hearts. 

Loïc carefully stepped around the chairs, crouching down to be on a more manageable level. He didn’t want to strain his neck from looking down for so long. As he noticed Xue’s expression, he kind of blinked uncomfortably and mirrored her pained smile.

“...R- right. Keep calm and lie down. That’s. Certainly a thing that is obviously said. Mhm.” He was starting to feel bad for whoever she was. She didn’t look like she was having a good time at all. Then again, who would, really?

“Could be worse... arrête de niaiser. To be fair, anything has the potential to be worse. I don’t think it’s good to undermine your problems, especially since we’re all going through this. Em... As for who I am, my name is Loïc Lévesque, it’s, um, a pleasure to meet you, even at a time like this. And you are?” 

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☆ andromeda ☽ [loïc]

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shslcelestial:

She takes back everything she said about Leroy having good intentions. She was sitting in the game room, her elbows on the table and a book in her hands. She found that the library was entirely useless for reading, after shoving her arm awkwardly under the scanning machine and then the book afterwards, she headed to a quiet room she would sit down and read. Not wanting to bother Jericho with her presence, she decided the game room would be best. She could hear chatter from the bedrooms and the bathroom occasionally being used but she tuned it out.

Sadly, she couldn’t tune out the noise of Leory’s voice. Xue turned upon hearing the intercom crackle on and set down her book in confusion. Was this another time where Mister Leroy said something strange and then left? The puberty comment caused her to laugh to herself, “<Haha, puberty?>” Her laughter was cut off as soon as she realized he was being serious. 

A silence filled the air once the intercom shut off again with a click and she shifted around in her seat. “<He is kidding, of course we are going to stay alive. Haha!>” She coughed awkwardly, just staring off into the distance. 

Then she recalled she was in the middle of a book. She moved her hand over to grasp the book but once her fingers even brushed across the cover, she flinched and let out a loud “Ow-!!”. 

Her eyebrows wrinkled and she stared at the book. She reached over to touch the table, letting out another exclamation of pain once her fingers brushed against the surface. Xue frowned, is this what Leroy meant by changes? This is ridiculous. 

She touched the back of the chair, this time instead of yelling out in pain she grasped it and threw it across the room. It knocked into a couple of chairs and fell over. “<Oh no!?>” Walking over to the fallen chair, she tried to pick it up but dropped it immediately. Puzzled, she walked over to where the board games and such were located. 

Anything she touched got knocked over and eventually a mess gathered at her feet. Knocked over mats, game boards, dice and all that such. She huffed out and kicked them aside, yelling once again once her foot made contact. 

She grabbed a pair of dice, ignoring the pain and just laid down on the floor. Ever so often, you would hear a small “Ow– ow– ow– ow.” from her lips.

Leroy’s announcement was quite unsettling, at the very least. Things changing, people dying, he wasn’t sure what to make of it at all. Surely it had to have been a joke, right? But everything happening quickly made the ‘joke’ idea become ridiculous. They were already in the building for who knows how long, and now there was mention of murder? Stay alive... why did all of this feel so wrong?

Loïc scratched his head, running a hand through his hair. Nothing was settling well with him, and he really wanted to get to the bottom of whatever.. whatever all of this was. He was a lawyer. He was supposed to make sure justice was served. He had to make sure that all of this was even legal. If they didn’t even remember how they got in the building, it had to have been kidnapping. And now there are threats, and hostages, and experimentation, maybe? Who knew what went on while they were all knocked out, anyway? Maybe they were being tested on by the government and they didn’t want anyone to know about it. That happened a lot in the past, surely they could do it again. 

The uncomfortable thoughts made him exhausted, too much overthinking and too many worst-case scenarios were going through his head. He just wanted some rest. No matter how much he tried, though, he wasn’t able to sleep much at all. He just lay there, staring at the plain ceiling, unable to do anything at all. 

He decided it would at least be productive to get some investigating done. He sighed to himself, pulling on a more comfortable shirt before leaving to find something to do. Wandering for a short while, he peeked into the theatre, the library, and eventually the game room. He wasn’t expecting to find many people around, but he really wasn’t expecting to find such a huge mess, either. 

“Sacrament, what happened in here?”

Loïc stood just at the door, inspecting the horrible mess of the game room that was in front of him. And then he looked over at Xue, curled up on the floor. What a... strange experience.

“...Er. Hello? Es-tu correct? Are you... what are you doing? Is... everything all right?” he asked, starting to move toward her in case she asked for help, or some strange thing happened that would cause the entire room to spin around. 

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rabbit in a snowstorm ;; [open]

Some say that if you roam the halls of an abandoned building at night, you might find ghosts wandering, wailing and mourning. This isn’t exactly true for the halls of the Nexus building, unfortunately. Instead of vengeful spirits, a tall Quebecer drags his feet, hands crossed defensively over his chest. 

Whatever that Leroy guy said about things changing passed it off as something that was a minor distraction or something. It was only a few days in... wherever they were in... and Loïc was already suffering. He didn’t bother getting changed as he stepped out of his dorm room, trying not to make too much noise. At that point, he had started aimlessly wandering the halls and rooms of the building at night (or what he assumed to be night), his thoughts hazed into each other and everything started to blend together, not being able to tell how long it was since an hour passed or a minute passed. 

At this particular moment, the prosecutor found himself in the games room. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he first walked in, and honestly he was trying his best to forget about telling time at all. In front of him was a half-full board to the game Othello, one of the chips held between his fingers. He had both his feet on the chair, knees to his chest, as he hunched over to place another chip down. The entire scene looked rather strange, he didn’t go anywhere in public looking like he did at that moment. 

“...Tabarnak, c’est ben plate ici. Mon ostie de baptême de calvaire de marde j’ai lâché. J’ai lâché. Chu tanné, câlice, j’ai lâché.”

He was trying his best to block out any sounds from the vents as he sat alone, a frustrated look on his face and a string of who knows what muttered under his breath. He scratched his head with another chip as he looked over the board. It was a pretty sad experience, honestly. Eventually, he just buried his head in his knees, hands tangled in his messy hair. 

[shslsquidsquad-blog]

One Squid, Two Squids.. (loïc)

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shslsquidsquad:

Boooooy this guy talked fancy. Squids almost zoned out immediately when he explained the forever bit, but that would have been rude. Smile and nod Squids, smile and nod. 

“Uhhhh huh. Yeahs. Gotchas. Can’ts counts to forevers–thanks for the explanations, see? I personally thinks it might be serious, see? Ifs it was a prank, doesn’t it feels a little.. overs the top? Plus these er… tatoos seems really reals, yeah? I don’ts means to be a downer, I swear on it! “ Squids took his hand with both of his own and shook it just a little too hard. “Squids! Nice to meetchyas, Loooic!!” While they were at it, Squids used him to stand up too.   “Wanna looks around or somethings?”

Unfortunately, the lawyer tended to talk a lot. Maybe it was a tactic to confuse people on purpose or maybe he just didn’t realize it, but he had a tendency to ramble. “Yes, that’s correct. It does all sound a little too serious for something that we were supposed to brush off. Which is why I find things so strange. It’s probably best to keep your eyes open for any strange happenings.”

Squids. That was an... interesting name. He wasn’t sure what to think about it, especially considering the... octopus hat. That was going to mess him up for a while. Still, he nodded awkwardly as he took his hand back, balancing himself once again. He was a pretty twiggy dude, it wasn’t easy for him to help people up, but he managed to get up on his feet. 

“Right. Squids. Let’s do that, yes. It’s probably a good idea to get used to the surroundings. Where do you suppose we should go? It seems as though most of the rooms on this side of us are meant for living spaces. Perhaps it’s worth investigating the other rooms?” 

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cut man ;; [takara]

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primafaciegirl:

It is too late, Levesque-senpai!! The sugar exchange has already begun! Hohohoho! When he told her not to hug him, she simply shifted up to drag the boy down towards her, smashing her knuckles into his hair and giving Loic a BRUTAL an satisfying noogie!!!!!  

“GYOHOHOHO- You joooker!!!”   Takara Ito is savage. She let him go after that point, at least, but only once she was sure that his hair was messed up for good this time! 

“Are we supposed to be professionals?? Professionals would have gotten a proper wake-up call, and maybe… a better mapping system! Maybe concierges, I don’t know- amenities that we are now severely lacking! Something about this dooooesn’t taste right to me at all, old sport. Not One Bit!” 

She tapped her cane hard against the floor and grinned, though, both hands on it. 

“But really, why are you here?! Did you come to visit me so soon?? Don’t tell me you got jealous and wanted to see how shabby my dorm would be!” 

“T- Takara!! Unhand me at once and-- And... Why do you always have to do this, sacrament de crisse, why do you always have to touch my hair?! Do you know how long it takes to style every day do you know anything about my hair Takara, osti d’épais!” 

He couldn’t believe what he had to deal with. He thought being trapped in some mysterious place was bad enough, now he was trapped with his best friend who was known to ruin his hair whenever she could? How was he supposed to live?

“L- look, we’re supposed to be professional no matter the outside circumstances. That’s the point of being professional. We’re supposed to seem collected through anything and this is definitely not making either of us seem collected at all, Takara. I cannot believe you.”At that point, he was trying to salvage his ruined hair, running his fingers through it in hopes of being able to at least make it look half decent again. 

“I’m here for the same reason you’re here, unless you’re here because you missed me. I received a letter in the mail with details along the line of, you’re pretty much a genius and we’d love to have you study at our school, because who wouldn’t, oui? Anyway, I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I thought they were only accepting the best of the best.” He shrugged, even though he knew she wouldn’t be able to see it, and took a step back just in case she tried to mess with him again. 

[mayumisawada-blog]

Am I in gay baby jail or, ll loïc

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mayumisawada:

Cockatoo Boy seemed interesting enough; he was apparently interested in the same sports they were in. Which was none. Well…at least he wasn’t some hardcore sports enthusiasts-if he was then Mayumi would have to break the news to him that the most they ever got to sports asides from mandatory P.E. classes was sports anime…and saying stuff like that usually pissed off actual sports fans. So that was a small relief.

“Thanks, man. I like the way I think too-and I guess the way you think as well since we share sentiments. Hmm, if they’re gonna worry themselves sick over something small like that then that’s their problem and not mine. I can stop n’ smell the hypothetical roses then, you know? But like I said before, if they wanna relax and ride this all out then they should mosey on over here. Maybe they’ll miss Space Jam but there looks like other movies too so they should be aight.”

At the offered hand, Mayumi just kind of looked at it, but at the boy’s possibly-totally-intentionally charming words, they raised an eyebrow in amusement. Hey, hey, hey there, kid, isn’t it a bit too early for the kokoros to go dokidoki …Weeeeelllll, if he so insisted on this sort of thing, then they might as well screw around a bit. They took his hand in theirs, shook it briefly, but politely-as one does amongst business acquaintances, they supposed-and let go as soon as humanly possible.

“Thanks, I’m glad I don’t have to tell every boy ‘hey bucko, my eyes are up here’. I’m Mayumi Sawada, the best hairstylist in my small town-mostly because my family owns the only salon there-and you have very nice hair. Reminds me of the video of the cockatoo screaming into a cup.”

There, compliment given. Let’s hope it wouldn’t backfire-great as his hair was, if he started some “haha then what? :)” shit, they were going to fight them on the spot, Space Jam be damned.

And speaking of which…

 They turned back to the movie screen and quietly sang along to the song blaring from the speakers-in their native tongue, of course. Because what other language would they sing it in, English?

“[ I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky. I think about it every night and day…Spread my wings and fly away.I believe I can soar; I see me running through that open door–I forgot the rest of the lyrics, dammit.]”  

They seemed to have slightly forgotten that they still had company.

He didn’t know if he wanted to find out what the other movies were or not. He was kind of afraid. If Space Jam was the first impression, how much worse could it possibly get?

“That’s true. Panicking really won’t do anyone much good. It’d be easier if everyone tried to relax, though. Perhaps if we all bonded through a movie, we would get to know each other as well as be calm and collected. Some people can’t handle stress, unfortunately. This could become a very dangerous, high risk environment if people continue to stay worried and afraid.” He sighed softly, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Stress can do horrible things to people.” 

Please forgive him for his horrible flirty ways. He probably wasn’t supposed to be this bad. He shouldn’t have ended up like this. As far as he was concerned, though, it was a pretty normal way to talk to someone he never met before. Maybe he was just too comfortable in social situations to ever feel fear from flirting with someone. 

As they complimented his hair, he was about to reach up and comb through it, you know, to show off, but the mention of some strange video with a cockatoo screaming into a cup stopped him from reacting properly. He went silent for a moment before suddenly laughing really hard. Holy shit. What?? His hand reached up to his mouth to hide his dumb laughing face. “I- I’m... honoured you think so?” At least, he thought that was a good thing. He eventually managed to calm down, lowering his hand after his dumb smile disappeared.

And then, Mayumi began to sing, and although Loïc couldn’t understand the words, he began to realize that it was exactly the song he thought it was. He wasn’t sure if it was rude to interrupt in the middle of someone’s singing, but he also wasn’t sure if they even recognized his presence anymore. 

“...I’ve... never heard that song sung in anything but English before. It’s... strange. But interesting.” He decided it was probably a good idea to say something at the very least. 

[shsltimmies-blog]

Dream Latte || Caadia || Loïc

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shsltimmies:

Burying her heard in her scarf, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as she listened to him talk. He really did seem kind…she was lucky to have met him when she did. Not only that, but hearing him speak so calmly and casually after she caused him so much trouble…it was killing her.

“B…but I have to thank y…thank you… You really d-did help me out… And no matter what…I should t…thank you…”

And the…”compliment” in French didn’t help her embarrassment either! A small squeak escaped her mouth as her face grew red and becoming nearly hot enough to burn herself. Oh gosh…was he going to do that the entire conversation? Wasn’t struggling to speak in French enough? Help.

“Oh…! Um… C’est impossible…! Je ne…suis p-pas très belle…mais, merci beaucoup…monsieur… Je…viens ” She turned her head to look at a wall, hands behind her back as she nervously bit her lip…not that he could see it. “…I can t…try my best… I don’t mind…a-and it can…it can help m-me practice…! I hope you don’t…dislike my acc-cent…”

It…didn’t exactly take a genius to guess that he’s from Quebec. Anyway, she decided to not point that out.

Breathing deeply into her scarf, she waited until her face was only a little bit red before pulling down the scarf, covering only her mouth. Once she was done adjusting it, she turned her head back to look at him, staring at his hand before outstretching her own hand to shake it. She…wasn’t used to giving people handshakes…

“It’s…ver-ry nice to meet you too…Loïc… Um…that’s not too…informal, is it…? Thank y-you though…I uh…I took a couple of classes at school… My m-mother also taught me…some…”

He was supposed to be good at staying calm. It was a part of his job description, almost. The best way to terrify the opponent was to stay completely calm in every situation possible. Very good intimidation tactic. It helped him scare the opposing witness enough that his cross-examination won them their trial. Plus, it made him look good in front of the jury. Looking visibly worried while in front of everyone really doesn’t give you points and it doesn’t make you look reliable. Obviously the only way to be as good at trials as he was was to be as calm and collected as he was. Shades emoji.

Hearing the girl squeak made him breathe out a tiny laugh, adjusting the collar of his shirt. His grin grew as he glanced off for a short moment, less so because he couldn’t handle himself and moreso because he was fairly sure Caadia couldn’t handle his bullshit, especially with him watching her. 

“Your accent is quite good, I’m impressed. I appreciate your efforts, really, it means a lot to me. It’s quite hard having to switch your main language so quickly. I mean, it’s important that I practice English for law school, but still. It’s quite a culture shock for me, oui?”

Maybe if Loïc’s mun was cruel and tactless and did everything he thought of immediately without considering the outcomes, the boy would’ve lifted her hand up to his lips to kiss it, but it was probably for the best that Chase is benevolent. Wouldn’t want anyone crying any more or anything. Instead, the lawyer crossed his arms over his chest after their brief handshake, deciding to be professional and respectful rather than a flirty, horrible piece of shit like most of Chase’s OC’s. 

He tilted his head to the side slightly, gaze shifting to the ceiling, “you’re right, it’s rather informal. Typically I would prefer Monsieur Lévesque, but, for la belle femme, I’m fine with something less professional. After all, you can’t be in business mode 24/7, yes? It’s good to make friends without making it sound like a contract.” He grinned, giving a small shrug. “It’s nice to hear that your mother helped you learn other languages. Unfortunately, mine didn’t know English much. I had to learn it all myself.” 

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Dream Latte || Caadia || Loïc

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shsltimmies:

Her breathing was still erratic and her body was shaking, but she tried her best to listen to the boy who was kind enough to help her out during these difficult times. Typically, being spoken to by someone she’s never met before would just put her more on edge, but considering her situation…it was probably her best bet.

Nodding as best as she could, she brought her hands up to her face and attempted to pull down her scarf, just enough to reveal part of her mouth. It started to become much easier to breathe that way, and she tried her hardest to listen to him, breathing deeply as he spoke. It was somehow calming hearing him repeat the same words over and over again.

Finally, her breathing seemed to have returned to normal. She gave it a moment before readjusting her scarf over her mouth again, just to be sure that she really was able to breathe with ease. 

“…T…thank you…so much…”

Placing a hand on her knee, she pushed herself up and took a quick bow, trying her best to show her gratitude to the boy who helped her out. 

“I’m…s-so sorr-ry for giving you…so much trouble… I’m alright now…uh…monsieur…”

Feeling her cheeks grow warm, she moved her scarf up a little higher to hide it, praying he didn’t notice. This was…embarrassing… Trying to take her mind off of what just happened, she tried to change the subject. 

“U-um…tu parles Français…? Je ne…parle pas trops… Mais je peux...um… Nev-vermind… My French isn’t…very good… I’ll uh… Maybe I shouldn’t do that again…”

Well, that subject change failed quickly.

“A-anyway…! My name is…is Caadia Williams… Thank you a-again for your help…”

Loïc was doing his best to be patient with her. He wasn’t all that good at dealing with people in distress, but he figured that if he was going to become a lawyer he might have to get used to extreme emotions at some point. Keeping that in mind, he continued to repeat things about breathing until the girl appeared to calm down. He adjusted his footing to keep himself from falling over like a complete fucking loser, leaning against the wall with his arm. 

“There’s no need to thank me,” he started, as he eventually got up himself, dusting his sleeves off, “I’m sure anyone else would’ve done the same. Common courtesy, of course. No troubles at all.” 

When Caadia started to speak in his native language, the best language, mind you, his eyebrows raised in slight surprise. Was this for real? “Oh! Oui, je parle. Je viens du Québec, la belle province. Mais, vous êtes plus belle aussi.” He gave her a small grin. “You don’t have to apologize, though. I appreciate you trying at all, really. It’s nice to hear things in my native tongue for a little while, yes? Speaking to people entirely in English is a struggle even for me, unfortunately.”

He clasped his hands together with a small clap before holding his hand out for a handshake with a smile on his face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Williams, I’m glad to have been able to help. My name is Loïc Lévesque, but you’re free to call me Loïc if you like. Your French is rather good, I should add, have you studied it?”

There went his Quebecois pride. The moment he heard French his entire demeanour flipped around. What the hell was this guy’s problem. Judging by the fleurs-de-lys pins he had on the collar of his shirt, he was far too proud a person to exist. Some rumors might even say that he was... a separatist. Maybe it had something to do with his relations to some separatist politician or something, but he looked really into Quebec.

[mayumisawada-blog]

Am I in gay baby jail or, ll loïc

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mayumisawada:

The fellow moviegoer turned out to be some blonde boy with cockatoo hair and a white suit. He’d started to greet them in what was probably his native language before switching to English-and thank god for that, because it sounded like he’d said “bone” and Loïc probably didn’t need an onslaught of boner memes right off the bat-and after mumbling something, had decided to join them.

“I suppose you should be; it’s pretty hard to pass up Space Jam, after all. Not my most favorite movie, since sports put me right to sleep usually, but still a good meme minefield, so it’ll do.” 

He’d finally sat down next to them, but he’d then proceeded to ask them questions. Ah well, thank god the movie was still in the early parts and had yet to show either space nor jam, so they didn’t mind answering them. For now, anyway.

“Hmm? Oh well…nobody seemed to have any idea what the heck was going on so I didn’t see any point in having to tell about 19 other people the same thing. No offense to them, but the best thing now is to wait this thing out ‘til the Nexus folks decide they’ve had enough shits and giggles and let us out. Which is why I’m here having a good time. It’s super antisocial sounding, I know, but we’ll prolly get re-introduced when we get out anyway, so I’ll just wait until then. Saves having to remember who I’ve met and who I haven’t.”

They settled themselves into the theater seat a little more-god, those seats were comfortable-before answer the boy’s other question.

“What do you mean, alone? You’re here, aren’t you? I’m not exactly alone here anymore. If you mean why isn’t anyone else here, they might be lookin’ around still. I didn’t exactly extend an invitation to anyone, after all. Ehh…it’s no biggie. If they wanna swing on by, they can. They better do it soon though cuz’ I can’t pause or rewind this thing, and the movie’s already started.”

Space Jam was definitely not his kind of movie. Loïc frowned to himself for a moment, remembering the week or so where Alexis’ alarm was the Space Jam theme at the loudest setting just because it pissed Loïc off. He was definitely not still asleep for the entire song, no matter how many times that bastard said he was. What a prick cousin. He cringed just remembering those days. 

“A... meme minefield. Right.” Whatever that meant. “Well, I’m pleased to say that we have a similar taste in sports, then.” That being none at all. 

He tilted his head to the side slightly, raising one of his hands to rest his head on. He shifted his body into a more ‘I’m listening to everything you’re saying’ kind of way- body language was important, okay- and made himself a little more comfortable. He had to admit, the seats were pretty comfortable. He didn’t mind the thought of just hanging out for a while, especially considering the high-strung environment of the rest of the building, as far as he knew. 

“It does seem like a waste of time to make such an effort in meeting people while they’re all nervous and uncomfortable, yes.... I guess it means extra work that doesn’t end up mattering much in the long run. I like the way you think.” Loïc gave them a small smile and a nod in businessy acknowledgement. “And... I suppose you’re right about that, too. Though I doubt most are in the right mindset to really enjoy things here anyway. They seem far too worried to focus on anything else at the moment. Which is a shame, but what can you do about that, right? Not everyone has the luxury to pay attention to a movie at this point in time.” 

He gave a small shrug before holding out his hand, expecting a handshake. “My name is Loïc Lévesque, the best mock trial prosecutor in Canada, and you have very nice eyes. Do you by chance have a nice name to match them?” 

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cut man ;; [takara]

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primafaciegirl:

She’d been standing in one place for a while too, as predictable as best friends tend to be in each other’s absence. Just across the hall from Loic when he finally managed to notice her, she had her cane in her hands, twisting it clockwise in her fingers as it spirals on the floor between her toes. Similarly, Takara had been listening in on the run-around classmates surrounding them, trying to pick up on what they knew without having to hobble here and there into everyone else’s conversations, confused and embarrassed. Not knowing anyone wasn’t so bad, she’d prepared for such a situation when attending school abroad!! It was more like not knowing where they were, or why, or how the hell she was supposed to deal with it without a good cup of coffee. Jeez.

Hearing her name split through the crowd was…. attention-grabbing, though. Enough so that she stopped spying on everyone pretty much instantly- thank god, it was starting to get really fucking boring. There was no way she’d really heard who she thought she did just now, though, right? Gripping her fingers tightly around her cane, she stiffly turned herself to the approaching boy, wondering if it indeed could be her dear debate partner from back home, her precious childhood friend…. bound by fate to meet again here, under such strange and grand circumstances! 

“….Oh my god, please tell me you’re not speaking French at me right now!” 

Despite interrupting him just about a third of the way into his douchey hetero speech, she seemed to have heard enough of it to recognize her speaker. How could she not, anyway?? It was no other than her very best friend; even if she hadn’t expected him to be here, she accepted it after only a second’s reaction.

That didn’t stop her from rudely reaching out to start smooshing her hands all over Loic’s face in exaggerated mock confusion.

“Woah, gee, is it really you Levesque-senpai?! Of course it is, HONHONHON, I can smell the steamy baguette on you, you little rascal!!!!!  Go ahead and tell me why you’re REALLY here in a second, but first  giiiiiive Momma some sugar!!!”

The exaggerated smooshing has now turned into some horribly aunt-like resemblance of a hug coming for Loic’s person. Run, boy.

He was pretty used to being cutoff mid-sentence by Takara at that point. He was sure that she heard enough of what he said to make an impression on her, anyway. He felt a lot more comfortable about the whole situation knowing that at least not everyone was a stranger. Even if meeting people came naturally to him, he was glad there was one familiar face in the crowd. It calmed him down a small amount, just enough to make his posture less stiff.

Loïc didn’t expect Takara to be there, either. He was pretty surprised, and confused. Not only was he stuck in a mysterious place with mysterious people and a rather annoying voice on the intercom, but someone - just someone - he knew very well was stuck there too? What were the chances of that? And how in the hell did both of them get in in the first place? Of course, he wasn’t complaining or anything, but it was just hard to wrap his head around all of it.

In the middle of his speech, Takara’s hands shot up all over his face. Thanks. What if she was touching things around the place? What if her hands were filthy from god knows how they got here? He tried to pull his face away from her, pushing her hands away. 

“Ta- mmrmph- Takara, plea-- mph--. No mmrph bagghhrpht-- I do not smell like steamy baguette, Takara. And, anyway, you aren’t-- mmph-- even allowed to spea--” 

Oh no. 

Not this again. Why did it always end like this. He did not want to give ‘Momma’ some ‘sugar’ and in fact, that entire phrase just raised red flags. “Takara, I don’t like the way you say those wor--” 

Of course. She just had to hug him. He decided it was best to suffer through it now than to lie in wait for the inevitable later. After all, he wasn’t sure he was ever going to see her again. He might as well just allow one friendship moment. He knew he was going to regret it, though. 

“...Yes, it’s me, Lévesque-senpai, in all my glory. Please stop hugging me now. A handshake would have been just as swell, you know. We’re supposed to be professionals, Takara.”