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[joliaigle]

*Look, it's another one of those Frenchboys! This one, however, has a rather battered hat perched atop his bald head, and a distressingly-coloured pink and blue coat. He manages, admirably enough, to walk straight onto the deck and slip, and then laughs and picks himself up

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[quatreailes]

*totally materialises to take his arm and steady him before he slips again* I think you and the deck, at least, are destined to become great friends.

Typist: I still say André Agassi, just to round it off. >_>

[joliaigle]

Lovely! I've always wanted to become friends with a boat. *^___^*

--And hello again, mon joli.

Typist: ...Agassi, alas, cannot beat the cute that is Michael Cerveris and a PUPPY.

[quatreailes]

It couldn't find a better one. *:D*

*^__^* Always a pleasure, mon aigle.

Typist: You could use both-!

[joliaigle]

*amused blink* Thank you, I think.

*and is going to squish, too* You can't get enough of me, hmm?

Typist: It's possible. XD

[ferrefriend]

Bossuet, mon ami! *hugs him, carefully in case of bruises* Now, I want you to answer me one question, for my ease of mind.

[joliaigle]

*cheerfully hugs back* And what question would that be, o wise philosopher?

[ferrefriend]

Can you swim?

[joliaigle]

Yes. No need to worry, dear fellow.

[lovesleuth]

Nice to meet you! I'm Zanna. --You okay, there?

[joliaigle]

*dusting himself off* Quite alright, but thank you. *grins* Pleased to meet you, monsieur.

[lovesleuth]

Good! *^__^* Anything else you need?

[joliaigle]

Besides mon joli? Nothing, I should think. *grins*

[la_baronne]

*blinks* Oh dear! Are you alright, monsieur?

[joliaigle]

Quite, mam'selle! --How could I not be, with pretty things such as yourself around? *cheerful grin*

[la_baronne]

*blushes, but just slightly, as she is getting used to random people complimenting her* Thank you, monsieur. *curtsies* Cosette Pontmercy. It's lovely to meet you.

[joliaigle]

*laughs* Oh, so you're the girl I had to listen to a certain lawyer rhapsodize about? *and then, with a twinkle* Marius Pontmercy, mademoiselle. À votre service. *^_^*

[kisstheirfeet]

*tilts head* How many names does a man need, m'sieur?

*and why yes, Eponine is talking to all of Marius' friends. There is no subconscious agenda here. None. Really.*

[joliaigle]

Oh, many, I'm certain. For me, there's Edmond, L'aigle, Lesgles, Legles, M. Holes-in-the-Elbows, and, of course, Bossuet. *cheery bow* -- I know you, petite.

[kisstheirfeet]

M'sieur Holes in the Elbows has a sound I like *little bit of a grin*. But M'sieur L'aigle is quite grand and lovely.

You remember me? I only have the one name, Eponine. Well, perhaps I have two, but what good is the other to me? *bites lip and rolls eyes a little at herself* I'm talking too much, m'sieur.

[joliaigle]

Whichever you wish, then, petite. I answer to any and all. Possibly even 'Hey, you'.

Oh no, you're not! See, cherie, you'd only be talking too much if you were talking about something particularly pointless.