#claude02

[greatgiovanni]

sunbirthed replied to your post: “I was yelling from behind the gates because they...

sir, i respect you !

“THANK YOU! I’M GLAD SOMEONE APPRECIATES THE GREATNESS OF THE AMAZING GIOVANNI POTAGE!” He’s beaming. Seems compliments are a very quick way to cheer him up in general.

[lustreless]

@auricesque​ 

It's not that Sylvain wasn't expecting to run into anyone else down here - he hadn't seen anyone in passing, not yet, and he knows he shouldn't be surprised that it's him of all people that he could've bumped into. Maybe a handful of other people, but he's heard enough stories to find it sort of fitting to find Claude in a massive library, also surrounded by books. 

The stack in his own arms rivals the pile beside the other, and Sylvain can't help the wry looking smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips.

"Fancy meeting you down here, huh?" He's not exactly surprised, but he could at least let it seem like he was - even if only a little bit, "Didn't think you'd have risked getting wet after all that snow probably soaked you to the bone." It's more teasing, bordering on a playful sounding jab, and Sylvain accentuates that with a wink. Just one, and he shifts away from where he'd basically kicked Claude's chair in his effort to pass him by, turning to place down the ridiculous stack of books in his arms onto the table beside him.

There's an unspoken question of 'do you mind?' as Sylvain pulls a chair out opposite to the shorter man and raises an eyebrow, hesitating in actually sitting, "Find anything worth sharing?"

[coltonxlasseter-blog]

"All right, we'll let you off, but with a warning. You do that again, you're looking at community service."

"Yes, sir," Colton murmured, and the man dismissed him, so he stood, rubbing his temples as he tried to stay steady on his feet. The only reason he'd got out of a charge for drinking in the middle of the day was that he was surprisingly good at acting sober when the occasion necessitated it. Honestly, he'd only been drinking because of the panic attack he'd had earlier. He felt like shit, he thought it might help.

Intending to get out and get out quick, he started for the door, but passed somebody on the way, somebody he recognised. "Hey, do I know you?" he said, the only reason he was speaking out of turn because his judgement was inhibited.

[dianecavanaugh-blog]

Diane had not been to church in a few weeks, having been busy with work and the like. But she was back now, and glad. She felt at home here - these were her people. And whilst she did not agree with every sentiment that the Roman Catholic church put forward, she believed in more than enough to warrant coming to church.

The service had just ended, and people were beginning to mill about. As was often the case, at the back of the hall, some drinks and biscuits had been set up at the back, for those who wished to stick around. Busy as she usually was, Diane rarely stuck around, but today she had little to do, and so found herself at the back of the room with a few others, and a polystyrene cup filled with bad tea in her hands. The biscuits were slightly more palatable, though, and she offered the plate to the man on her right. "Biscuit?" she said with a small smile.