I missed you

[topsyturvyfool]

Who: Clopin Trouillefou and Esmeralda
What: Clopin's not a cat anymore! Yay! Now he needs to properly greet Esmeralda and then drag her around campus to prepare for the good ol' FoF.
When: January 6th, the wee hours of the morning long before the sunrise.
Where: Joe West, Esmeralda's room
Warnings: Puppets, fluff, and Clopin's crazy.

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[sirenspell]

[ Let it be known: Esmeralda is a light sleeper.

Chalk it up to years of being ready to go anywhere at a moment's notice; blame it on honing her instincts carefully; call it paranoia (she prefers to call it prudence). She is more than used to it by now, and honestly does not give it much thought.

This morning, however, is a different story. Sounds that would normally make her jump out of bed hardly give her pause. She had gone to sleep, exhausted from traveling and the day's exertions, with a grateful and warm kitty. The bed in her dorm room was a luxury unlike any she had been blessed with before, and she was more than reluctant to get up. She heard the cat fall off the bed and managed a sympathetic murmur before pulling the covers closer, her eyes resolutely shut. She would check on him. She would. In just five minutes...

So when a voice accosts her out of nowhere, she jerks awake, eyes wide, heart pounding. Before she has time to think about her actions, her hands clutch her pillow and fling it in the direction the

[topsyturvyfool]

[dsakfjoaskdng pillow at twelve o'clock

He reflexively protects his face with his arms, the pillow catching him in his wounded right arm (which is thankfully concealed by sleeves) and making him wince in pain, but then he just laughs, grinning mischievously with sparkling eyes and opening his arms wide, catching her hug enthusiastically.

He winces again at the force of her launch, the stitches on his side complaining vehemently, but he's too happy to care. He keeps laughing, hugging tight.]

But then I wouldn't get attacked by rogue pillows!

[He kisses her cheek, unable to stop smiling.] Esmeralda, I never expected to see you here!

[sirenspell]

[His laughter is contagious, especially when it's followed by his statement about rogue pillows, and she can't help but laugh along with him. She doesn't entirely miss the wince, though. She pulls back just enough to look up at him, her eyes wide and wondering, silently asking him what's wrong.

She smiles at the kiss, however.]

Nor I you - but you're a teacher here, right?

[topsyturvyfool]

[He shrugs off her concerned look with a grin, never one to really share when he's non-fatally wounded. Nonetheless, the shrug is very stiff on his right side, noticeably so.]

Oui, oui ma petite fille. Drama and music teacher, of course. Half of Paris would have a fit to see me in a teacher's position. [Can't have the evil gypsy king corrupting the minds of respectable fair-skinned teenagers. :| ] And you are a student?