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look at the nerve on this guy, over here tryna seal the deal with @pipsqueakthomas! #badumtssss #imhereallweek

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@pipsqueakthomas that’s a dolphin, davey boy.

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@craftycrofty: 1) comedy is subjective. 2) i wanted to make a joke about the sea. seals live in the sea. dolphins live in the sea. soon, when i push you in, YOU will live in the sea.

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look at the nerve on this guy, over here tryna seal the deal with @pipsqueakthomas! #badumtssss #imhereallweek

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TEXT: WILL

David: happy birthday, will. cass has been chewing my ear off about it being your birthday, so fair warning that she might be down your way soon for impromptu cuddles and birthday squealing.

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.nglcecily:

The man in front of her didn’t seem particularly perturbed by her lack of manners. It was no relief to see that, instead, he just looked amused by how much she was blushing and fretting. Self-consciously, she tucked her hair behind her ears before thinking better of it, untucking it so her brown locks could swing down and half-obscure her pink face from view.

When he beckoned her closer, taking her fluid French in his stride, Cecily swallowed nervously. She continued to cinch the pleats of her skirt between her fingers clenching and unclenching the material as she sucked in a heavy breath and leaned closer in the most minute fashion. Her head was barely inclined towards the man, but then she realised how rude she must look and eventually took one brave step in his direction.

As soon as he replied, stating that the tour guide was wrong, Cecily pressed her lips together at once, fighting off a giggle. The noise broke through though, the quietest laugh she could manage and she gently lifted her hand to press it to her mouth, muffling the noise.

“Well… I suppose it’s an innocent mistake,” she claimed, although to anyone presenting themselves as an expert on Greek mythology, it wasn’t such an easy error to make.

When he closed in on her, Cecily fought the urge to take an automatic step back. A breach of her personal boundaries wasn’t something she took lightly or dealt with confidently. She froze on the spot, but her endeavour to stay rigid and motionless quickly fell through when she felt him lay a hand on her arm. At once she jumped, colour rushing to her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away. Because that would be rude and Cecily held good manners in higher esteem than self-preservation.

The casual French endearment didn’t go amiss to her, but she was sure that she couldn’t blush any harder than she already was and so she let it slide. The man seemed to be so at ease with himself, confidence oozing from him as he grinned at her, his secret bubbling on his lips as he let the suspense build. Cecily didn’t bother egging him on like she would courageously do with Wardo. Her little brother liked an audience whenever he was dramatically re-enacting the most miniscule event that had happened to him during his day. Cecily always sat enraptured, chin in her hands as she boldly asked questions where appropriate. This man in front of her wasn’t Wardo though, but a complete stranger, so she simply stood stock still and waited for his admission.

When he eventually told her, she found herself fighting that same urge to giggle. In truth, she was sure that Gwen the tour guide was clueless if she had simply flicked through a few cue cards provided to her and thought that would be enough to fully understand the history of the Olympians.

“Well…” she scrunched her nose up, trying to candidly approach the subject so she could agree with the man and still be polite. Alarm crossed her features when he insisted that she would do a better job, the thought striking fear into her very core.

“Oh no, no, no,” she shook her head vigorously, her cheeks burning. “No, I’m not an expert by any means. I just like reading about them. And I wouldn’t be a very good tour guide.”

She chewed her bottom lip for a moment before gently admitting, “I’m not the best at talking in front of people.”

She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to share that tidbit of information with the strange man in front of her, but she hoped it would at least help him understand why she certainly could never take Gwen’s place – even if she did happen to be just that little bit more knowledgeable.

While David certainly wasn't the most sensible people, often proven by his affinity for deceiving people with his accents and impressions – no matter how good his intent may be – he liked to think that he wasn't a bad person. He never set out to lie to people, and he certainly never wanted to upset, or offend but, yet again, he here found himself stepping ever so casually into this false identity, the Parisian lilt slipping from his tongue with each word. And, on top of that, the casual, flirty air with which he approached the girl seemed almost second nature to him. There was no ill nature in his behaviour, but he'd seen more often than not how crass and frightening men could be – and had even had to witness his own baby sister being on the receiving end of such callousness – and he never for a second wanted to be perceived as one of those kinds of men.

Even so, he figured there was no harm in the playful way with which he approached the pretty girl, and he could only hope that she took no offence in the situation as he sidled up beside her. Her cheeks were currently tinged an almighty red, and he allowed himself a brief moment of cockiness as he smirked to himself, hoping that the gentle blush was on account of him, and not the wintry chill that so often blew through New York at this time of the year.

When he disclosed his 'secret', regarding Gwen and her lack of professionalism, he watched as the woman's nose scrunched cutely and her eyes flitted away from him as she, seemingly, tried to figure out a way to broach the subject. If there brief encounter was anything to go by so far, he was certain that she wanted nothing more than to smile, be polite, and never hurt anybody's feelings. It was very sweet, and he found himself quietly endeared by the way she softly defended Gwen, where most would have berated the other girl for her lack of understanding of her own job. But no, instead the brunette before him only stared on, her large, pretty blue eyes growing all the more rounder as she stared back at him in horror, his words catching up to her.

Biting back a laugh as he watched her ever so humbly exclaim that she was by no means an expert, he bowed his head, nodded, and pulled his lips into a tight, apologetic smile. Chewing his next words over, he took a deep breath, silently reminding himself that he had an accent to follow through with, before giving her a quick once over. It was plain to see that she did know what she was talking about and, from the brief whispers and mutters of information that she'd uttered under her breath, David was sure she could upstage Gwen in a heartbeat should she so wish. As it was, he was starting to get the idea that the lady in question didn't so wish, and that maybe she wasn't enjoying all the attention he was placing on her.

“No, no. Of course not. You are, ah... You are very smart, and you appear to know so very much more than Gwen, or even I,” he nodded, gesturing over his shoulder to where Gwen had previously disappeared, and then back to himself.

In all honesty, David didn't know squat about Greek mythology. Given that even Gwen's job description didn't require a whole lot of knowledge on the topics she was supposed to be talking about, his own job entailed shit all by way of historical accuracy. It was merely his job to stand by, greet people, and step in should there be any sign of trouble. Quite frankly, it was not his job to get so involved in conversation with the people that flitted in and out of the Met, but he did so enjoy immersing himself in talks with strangers and getting to know them, even if he only took up five minutes of their lifetime.

When the girl's admission came, he let out a soft, knowing 'ah' in return, before nodding solemnly at her words. It hadn't been his intention to push her, or to intrude, and while it had crossed his mind that perhaps she were just being humble, it came as no surprise to hear her confirm his suspicions.

“Talking to people... It is, ah... Part of my job,” he told her, with a friendly smile. “I greet the people that traipse in and out of here, and I put on a friendly smile so that I can make people feel welcome. I enjoy it, and I find joy in making other people feel comfortable, and happy... It is nice to see people leave here with a smile on their faces, you know?”

He wasn't sure why he was telling her this, and what it had to do with her own shyness, but he hoped that by leaning the conversation away from herself, and placing a little bit of the attention elsewhere, that he might be able to put her at ease. While his accent may be fake, he was sincere in his belief that making people smile and bringing joy to other peoples' lives was what mattered the most. Over the years he'd come to think that maybe it was a trait that came hand-in-hand with being a Croft. 

His father had always been warm, and was always the first to offer a shoulder to cry on, or a helping hand. Noah and Reuben, while both different in their own right, were nothing but cheery, always with a smile on their faces. Reuben's job as a veterinarian was something David had always admired wildly, always having been in total awe of the way that his cousin dedicated his time to helping and healing sick and injured animals, and still coming away with nothing but kindness and love in his heart – even when faced with the, quite clearly, pain-staking crush that he had on Tori. And as for Noah, he was spending his hours at Uni enduring some pain in the ass theatre kid, all because he wanted to spend his life performing on stage, a feat that not only took incredible talent, but required someone with the heart and soul worthy of entertaining and bringing joy into others' lives.

And then, of course, there was Cassie, who even in her darkest hours was bouncing around offering words of love and encouragement, even to those who had wronged her. In hindsight, David wondered where he'd gone wrong within the family. While his goal had always been to entertain, he always managed to fall down the same, slippery slope of deceit, unable to pull himself back from it.

Lost in his own thoughts, he tilted his head to the side and offered the lady before him a wide smile.

“People can be very scary. Often very hard to approach, hard to talk to,” he nodded, as though he were confirming thoughts she hadn't uttered allowed. “I think you should be proud, though. You are talking to me right now, and you are doing wonderfully at that, mademoiselle.”

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wait, so david’s not hooking up with benji? has everyone had a bit of that parisian ass?

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As frightfully funny as this is, I’m afraid you’re barking up the wrong tree here old chap. I’m most certain David wouldn’t be opposed to getting to know you though.

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Now, now. There’s plenty of me to go around.

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i don’t blame cj. i’d hang around the museum all day as well if the security guards looked like david does.

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DAVEY HAS A GIRLFRIEND!

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Alas, Davey does not. 

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i don’t blame cj. i’d hang around the museum all day as well if the security guards looked like david does.

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We haven’t met.

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Bonjour. Ravi de vous rencontrer. Comment puis-je aider?

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i don’t blame cj. i’d hang around the museum all day as well if the security guards looked like david does.

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Woah, come now. I think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick here. Who’s to say it’s not I that hangs around the museum all day to talk to beautiful girls who have a keen interest in Greek mythology? Un mystère sans fin.

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what’s the dealio with dixie? she making the rounds of that family or what?

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Alright, cut the crap. Dixie’s a damn superstar, don’t get it all twisted like that.

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what’s the deal with the crofts? who’s single in that whole shebang?

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Davey’s painfully single, but I’m willing to let him go to a good home. Or a good Benji.

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Are you pimping me out, Pipe? It’s true, free to a good Benji. Or a pretty brunette.

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what’s the deal with the crofts? who’s single in that whole shebang?

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Cassie is. 

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Why so glum, chum?

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TEXT: CARTER

David: happy birthday, bud :)

David: beware of a very excited cassie! :D

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@craftycroft: when sheep go to sleep do they count themselves? ;)

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@carelannister: i cannot cope. i truly cannot. #Logan

@craftycroft: @carelannister TEARS STREAMING DOWN YOUR FAAAAAACE [coldplay playing in the distance] #helpme #jesuisdead

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TEXT: REUBEN

David: happy birthday, man! have the best day, alright? just returning the favour and warning you that the tinies are gonna be on your doorstep in about 8 seconds.

David: taking you out for drinks tonight, we are not having a repeat of my birthday fiasco. see ya later, cuz.

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TEXT: TORI

Tori: HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOO 💕💕

David: AHHH

David: jheez tori, you can't just scare people like that ;)

David: ba dum tsschhhhhh

David: thanks, tor! xxx

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TEXT: ELOISE

Eloise: Happy Birthday, old man! 😜 Hope you have a terrific day 🎉

David: OLD MAN? WELL JHEEEEEEEZZZZ ;) thanks el, you teeny tiny cutie. xx