when he heard he was being forced into a cat costume this year, berlioz decided he would be a “cool cat” if it was the last thing he did.
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when he heard he was being forced into a cat costume this year, berlioz decided he would be a “cool cat” if it was the last thing he did.
Stop your teasing, Berlioz. I was just trying to make sure you weren’t dead in a ditch somewhere.
"You don't have to worry about me, frère. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself most of the time."
Nymph
Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?
"Uh… I guess I’m a lot more quiet when I’m alone. More thoughtful, less spontaneous… I dunno. Less concerned with what others think, I guess."
Has anybody seen two kids, a blonde and a brunette, one shorter than the other? I swear to god I don’t think they can survive without me for a week.
"Are they by any chance French? If so, non, I haven't seen them. At all. They say you should stop looking, because you're embarrassing yourself."
I see.
"I wish it was like High School Musical, though. That would be fantastic."
We’re paying thirty grand a year for this bullshit. You think they’d at least make shelling out time and money worth our while, but hell, you’d be overestimating the school system yet again. Funny how often that happens.
"I take it you don't feel to strongly about the American education system?" He suppresses an amused smile, though he admittedly finds it very endearing that she feels so strongly about the subject. Most of the people he'd met didn't feel strongly about anything greater than what they were having for dinner.
"Oh, no I wasn’t alone. I had my sister! And it’s no trouble, really."
"I’m Perrie, welcome!"
"Well, that's a relief. I have my sister as well, but she gets lost a lot, so she's probably not the best tour guide."
"I'm Berlioz. It's a pleasure to meet you, Perrie."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Monsieur Hypocrite." She rolled her eyes, slapping him lightly on the back. She could never bring herself to actually hit him. As kids, they had run about the house chasing each other down before proceeding to pull at each other’s hair and basically drive each other nuts. Not much had changed, but the fighting and the biting and the clawing and certainly calmed down, much to Toulouse’s delight. “I don’t know where your dorm is Ber…”
He would've stuck his tongue out at her, but they were still hugging and he knew she wouldn't have been able to see it. Instead, he just laughed, because he knew her comment was probably true. "Well, duh, Marie. That's why I'm going to show you where it is." He replied, shaking his head at her. "C'mon, I'll lead you there. Uh, we're gonna have to stop hugging, though."
I believe I do, though it might help if I know your name. I’m Elina which also happens to be a little easier than saying Mademoiselle.
"Berlioz Prouvaire. You can just call me Ber, though, as that is also quite a bit easier. Lovely to meet you, Elina."
I don’t want to point any fingers, but are you being sarcastic?
"Who, me? No, of course not... Okay, maybe a little."
"Now I’m definitely going. Anything to do with Ferris Bueller’s Day Off has me hooked." Her grin expands, and not long after she’s laughing again. She glances to the book on the table before flipping a page as he says his name. "Berlioz. That’s different." The pen is already moving before she thinks of it, inscribing his name onto the paper with the brilliant black ink. Funny, french, and apparently great enough for his own parade, pretty cool so far. "Well for starters I like your accent. Second I just added you to my observations, which is a compliment all it’s own." In a way it’s true, not many people catch her attention now. And most that do don’t receive favorable places in her journals. "Now lets see." She turns to him again, the brilliant smile still placed on her face as she pretends to search him for another comment. "Nice eyes. Am I done yet?"
“Is that your way of asking?” Although not many people have access to the books of hers, she slides it toward him. Not many people care, so having him attempting to see the words almost flatters her.
"Ferris Bueller's Day Off is a cinematic masterpiece." He replies, nodding seriously. He shrugs about his name being different; he's used to hearing that. "Yeah, it's the name of a French composer. It's pretty coincidental that I was named after a musician, huh?" He chuckled at her compliments, shaking his head a little. "Stop it, I'm blushing. Yes, that's enough complimenting for one day, I should think. Though, if you find anything else compliment-worthy about me, feel free to let me know."
"Oui." He nods, taking the book from her and thumbing through the pages, reading carefully and thoughtfully over her observations. "Just as I suspected. You're a fabulous writer." He comments with a smile.
"Now, everybody’s got a different opinion on this school, I myself love it, but ta be brutally honest wit’ ‘cha, it ain’t the best school in America. That’s a never ending debate.”
"Well, I stand corrected. But welcoming committee or not, I do think it's a decent school, and it probably deserves to be in the top 50 at the very least. Wouldn't you say?"
""A brother and a sister? Sounds exciting if you ask me. My sister’s hardly a sister to me, more like an overbearing mother." she commented, sipping at her soda. "I’ll visit there once I have the cash to get there. Not exactly swimming in money." she commented awkwardly, looking down at her feet which had become suddenly much more interesting.
"Oui, we're triplets. They're annoying, but they're family, so I love 'em anyway. Ah, that sucks. I know how you feel, though. Sometimes, my siblings seem to think I'm not responsible enough, and try to run my life for me." He frowned a bit, but dismissed it with a shrug. "But, like I said, they're family, and I love 'em." At the mention of money, his face fell. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... Uh, bring that up." He wasn't quite sure how to respond, as he couldn't exactly relate. His family had been fairly well-off his entire life. He cleared his throat, and searched his mind for a way to smoothly change the subject, but he was drawing a blank.
Same way all the other new students do. Get a map from the office.
"Fine. I guess I have to do it the difficult way."
I was thinking more along the lines of substandard test scores and backwards policies, but to each his own.
"Well, yeah, that stuff too. I was totally going to say that. Obviously."
I agree with you, you definitely count as a certifiable musician.
"Oh, good. Thank you, Mademoiselle. Now, I suppose, you have someone a bit more trustworthy to ask for musical favors."
How do you like it so far? I mean any first initial impressions?
"Oh, I love it. It's like High School Musical, but with uniforms and less singing. It's fantastic."