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[coupdejarnac]

[Zzzzzzzaaat!]

Good heavens! [He sounds completely and utterly shocked (get it?)] What a rude little trinket you are

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[coupdejarnac]

Unless that was a sign of my getting worse.

[coupdejarnac]

Perhaps they could attempt to do so. However, how does one stop a deadly illness, I wonder?

[coupdejarnac]

Perhaps. They could indeed try.

Fryderyck Franciszek Chopin. You may however call my Frédéric if that is easier for you. And you, young miss, what are you called?

[coupdejarnac]

It is lovely to meet you Kay.

Hm? [ Short pause. No one's ever seemed to have heard about him until now, or at least, they never brought it up. ] Indeed I am.

[coupdejarnac]

[ Let's break that wall down, why the hell not? ]

...did you?
Were you from Poland? ...or France perhaps?

( ooc: But yes this is totally fine considering he is the real, historical Chopin just with a twist of crazy. The game he's from is very historically factoid full of things about him, l-lol. BUT YES IT'S FINE. I'm actually really happy someone admitted to recognizing him because he's like "...wat?" ;; ♥ )

[coupdejarnac]

America?
How droll, I've never been. How then do you know my name?

[coupdejarnac]

Indeed, in Poland or France perhaps - and even small neighboring ares, I suppose. But in such a place as America? I cannot see how that could be.