looking up from where he's been tending the flowers displayed in front of the shoppe, Crona tilts his head to the side slightly, listening. had he heard Mr Claire's voice? he didn't seem the type for flowers, though...
no, no, that had definitely been Mr Claire's voice. but where is he? ]
[ FLSDKFL;KL;;LKDF Crona jumps (just a little) at the voice suddenly being behind him, turning on his heel and almost losing his balance in the process. ]
Oh! I-I thought I heard you...!
[ looking a little pleased-- and obviously less startled now that he sees it's Vino, he rubs the bridge of his nose, letting a faint smile creep onto his face. ]
Hello... [ oh man, what does he say now? ] I'm surprised to see you here, somehow. H-How are you?
[ ...! what? Mr Claire, unsure of where to go? that's a weird idea if he's ever heard one. Crona can't help but glance upwards for a second, as well. ]
[ oh... how mundane. it's almost endearing-- kind of brings Claire down to a more human level. Crona blinks once, twice, straightening up and glancing down from the ceiling and back towards the other. ]
Well, see, I dunno if she wants to kill me or not yet. And if she does want to kill me, I dunno why she'd wanna do that. It might be important, who knows? She's not exactly your average girl.
[He stuffs his hands in his pockets and rocks on his heels. So much for a mundane experience.]
She's really dangerous but she hates fighting and she doesn't ever talk... See, the way I see it, most girls here can't even compare!
well...that's...a little weird, but maybe that's what makes it more 'like' Claire? ]
K-k-kill...?! U-um...
[ brushing the soil off his apron, Crona thinks. he's not sure why the other is trying to court a girl who might want to kill him, but... ]
S-she sounds... [ a beat ] -special. If she doesn't like fighting, why are you worried about her wanting to kill you? I-I mean, unless you've done something that makes her want to...
[ having an idea, Crona begins to rummage through his pockets, looking for something. ]
[He sighs a pining sigh and looks away for but a moment. He rambles on some contradictory and not too helpful explanation of himself and his feelings, but it just makes it obvious how unsure yet smitten he is.]
[If anybody knew Claire they might, probably wrong, think it's because he really wanted to kill HER, but he's no Russo.]
he doesn't know how to deal with this. after all, it's not like he's very experienced in romance, or anything...but still, it's a little endearing to see someone as impressive as Claire in a state of infatuation. even more so since he's basically admitting it to Crona. ]
Um...
[ pulling out a white ribbon from his pocket, the meister drapes it over his arm, rummaging around again until he pulls out a large tag, presumably to attach to the ribbon (and attach to the flowers, of course). ]
I-if she doesn't talk, and you're curious-- why not write her a note?
[He looks around, at all sorts of ribbons and tags and flowers and thinks yeah, yeah! A note, that'll do it! Suddenly he seems really excited, wondering just how to put it down in words. Hoping Crona don't mind, he scoops up his goods, making sure it all looks presentable.]
oh jeeze how late is thissablemeisterApril 27 2011, 01:12:06 UTC
[ !! w---was it really that good of an idea...?!
unsure of how to take the compliment (but immensely pleased that he might have been any help), Crona shifts, glancing at the flowers. he can't...bring himself to really respond to the words directly, but he wants to say something, at least. ]
looking up from where he's been tending the flowers displayed in front of the shoppe, Crona tilts his head to the side slightly, listening. had he heard Mr Claire's voice? he didn't seem the type for flowers, though...
no, no, that had definitely been Mr Claire's voice. but where is he? ]
Mr Claire...?
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Oh! Hey, kiddo!
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Oh! I-I thought I heard you...!
[ looking a little pleased-- and obviously less startled now that he sees it's Vino, he rubs the bridge of his nose, letting a faint smile creep onto his face. ]
Hello... [ oh man, what does he say now? ] I'm surprised to see you here, somehow. H-How are you?
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[He inhales and puts his hands on his hips, looking up at the ceiling as if it was the sky.]
Because I happen to be just the slightest bit nervous and maybe a little bit unsure of where to go!
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Huh...? W-what's wrong?
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[He actually seems kind of embarrassed.]
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[ oh... how mundane. it's almost endearing-- kind of brings Claire down to a more human level. Crona blinks once, twice, straightening up and glancing down from the ceiling and back towards the other. ]
Why are you nervous, Mr Claire?
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[He stuffs his hands in his pockets and rocks on his heels. So much for a mundane experience.]
She's really dangerous but she hates fighting and she doesn't ever talk... See, the way I see it, most girls here can't even compare!
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well...that's...a little weird, but maybe that's what makes it more 'like' Claire? ]
K-k-kill...?! U-um...
[ brushing the soil off his apron, Crona thinks. he's not sure why the other is trying to court a girl who might want to kill him, but... ]
S-she sounds... [ a beat ] -special. If she doesn't like fighting, why are you worried about her wanting to kill you? I-I mean, unless you've done something that makes her want to...
[ having an idea, Crona begins to rummage through his pockets, looking for something. ]
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[He sighs a pining sigh and looks away for but a moment. He rambles on some contradictory and not too helpful explanation of himself and his feelings, but it just makes it obvious how unsure yet smitten he is.]
[If anybody knew Claire they might, probably wrong, think it's because he really wanted to kill HER, but he's no Russo.]
Whatcha diggin for, anyway?
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he doesn't know how to deal with this. after all, it's not like he's very experienced in romance, or anything...but still, it's a little endearing to see someone as impressive as Claire in a state of infatuation. even more so since he's basically admitting it to Crona. ]
Um...
[ pulling out a white ribbon from his pocket, the meister drapes it over his arm, rummaging around again until he pulls out a large tag, presumably to attach to the ribbon (and attach to the flowers, of course). ]
I-if she doesn't talk, and you're curious-- why not write her a note?
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[He looks around, at all sorts of ribbons and tags and flowers and thinks yeah, yeah! A note, that'll do it! Suddenly he seems really excited, wondering just how to put it down in words. Hoping Crona don't mind, he scoops up his goods, making sure it all looks presentable.]
Oh man, I dunno why I didn't think of that!
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unsure of how to take the compliment (but immensely pleased that he might have been any help), Crona shifts, glancing at the flowers. he can't...bring himself to really respond to the words directly, but he wants to say something, at least. ]
H-honest oversight...! I'm sure.
[ a beat ]
I-I'm sure she'll like the flowers, Mr Claire!
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