Mozart ⚜ 01

[clonezart]

Who: clonezart and somarium!
Where: Starting in Somni and meandering into Espoir in an attempt to avoid the blizzard, AKA anywhere you happen to be.
Style: FIRST PERSON THAT IS HOW I ROLL. B|b
Status: Open!

[Mozart has just arrived in Somarium and is currently inspecting everything. EVERYTHING. And luckily for him, he happened to arrived during one of the

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[gesangvoll]

[What do? Briefly let out a rather undignified scream, that is what do. He may have also dropped his book in the process, because wtf. Who slams into windows? After composing himself again, he glances toward the window to see what just happened.]

[clonezart]

[This would be a loud BANG on Austria's window as a chunk of hail smacks Clonezart into Austria's window. His hand remains, slowly dragging down out of something from a horror movie. His nails screech against the glass.]

[gesangvoll]

[Well, he can see that there's a person out there, even if he's kind of horrified at the scene unfolding on his window. He gets up and opens the door just a bit to peek outside and see wtf is going on.]

Hello? [Shouted a bit, of course, because blizzards are loud.]

[clonezart]

Let me in!

[Mozart's head kinda flops in as much as it can and his other arm bolts out to latch onto Austria's leg.]

[bienquifaitmal]

[LAKSDHFOISDHFS HOLY SHIT SOMEONE JUST SLAMMED INTO THE WINDOW HE JUST PATCHED UP WHAT THE HELL

Needless to say Salieri is jumping from his seat, nearly toppling over. He manages to regain his footing at the last minute, gaze finding the window--and finding someone pressed against it. What is it with his house and being the place people end up in blizzards? He barely reigns in a scowl of irritation, masking it instead with cool indifference, and walks over to the door to open it]

Come inside.

[clonezart]

[You see, Mozart thought to himself, "what could I possibly do to make Salieri's life more miserable?" and then it occurred to him that he should break Salieri's newly fixed window. Again.

However Mozart more than willingly tumbles into Salieri's home. He won't say thank you but it should be obvious. His school uniform is hardly appropriate clothing for the weather. He picks himself off, brushes his sleeve off, and waltzes in as if he owns the place. He's a bit breathless from the whole running away from chunks of falling sky thing.]

What is this awful place!?

[bienquifaitmal]

[Of course he did. Damn you, Douchezart.

BUT ANYWAY, Salieri's closing the door behind him. Another new arrival? But he's going to be a bit of a snot here, since you aren't being specific, Mozart.]

It happens to by the cottage I've chosen to inhabit during my stay here. I understand it's not the best lodging, but it's certainly better than being outside.

[clonezart]

[He has done nothing to deserve this nickname yet.

Mozart inspects the place as politely as a guest can be. It looks cheap. It really isn't up to his standards to sit on anything here. It doesn't matter, really, he should just be happy the hail didn't crack his skull open... But he stands by a seat, barely touching the thing.]

I can see that much myself. I thought you might have a more general explanation. [...] This isn't a part of St. Kleio's is it? I'm going to get in trouble.

[poet_of_piano]

[Frederic jolted in shock, dropping the books that he had been carrying and stumbling several steps away from the sound. After a few moments, he had calmed down enough to go over to the window to pull back the curtains to see what the noise was about...

... Good lord! What was anyone doing outside in weather like this?! Without hesitation, he swiftly moved to tug the door to the cottage open.]

[clonezart]

[We'll ask Austria later if falling out of a tree or slamming into a window is a worse entrance. Anyway, Mozart practically tumbles in. He's never seen weather like this. It's awful! Awful! He seems pretty shaken up so it takes him awhile to regain composure.]

[poet_of_piano]

What in the world were you doing out there? You must be freezing!

[He was glad that he spent most of his evenings in the living room. That meant that he kept it warm, and also kept a few extra blankets in there just in case it was too cold. He moved to grab a quilt that was folded up beside the couch, and brought it over to hold it out to the young man, in case he needed it, not caring that it would probably get soaked from the snow and ice.]

[clonezart]

[Mozart snatches the quilt -- very carefully not touching the other man because ew what if he's a human? -- and pulls it over his shoulders. He's still shivering even if it's a furnace in here compared to out there.]

Yes, I woke up there suddenly.