♰ Frater Imperator ♰

Exactly! You’re getting me! It is all wrong now.

*He jumps a little when she yelps, but grabs at the lapels of his suit jacket to try to hide it. Just adjusting his jacket!*

I was… smelling some smells. You know! Some smells eh…

*He waves a hand around.*

What are you making?

Very bad boy. Leather jacket days, ah? You would have liked me then, I bet.

No plastics?

*His eyes drop down to her lips at the mention of his. The smile she wears, it feels like she’s trying to sell him on something… and it’s worked.*

Do they even make those that small? Metal straws?

I will have to start watching my shadows. I would have liked to have caught you, caro.

Did eh… did you like what you saw?

It’s like eh… you know! Something… pretty cool and edgy.

I got a little too happy at the happy hour at the mall. Mall jail!

You want the party tricks! I can show you tricks.

Eh, come on! I was younger. A big shot big deal, no?

Gotta say… Not a fan of [gestures frantically at everything] this.

I was not! Jail was a one-time thing.

I am very busy too, there is a lot of shit going on. TTYL.

drink from me, and live forever.

Hmm… You were hoping I would? Notice my little watcher?

Six! Six???

It is. It is interesting. Don’t you have… tour things to be doing!

//Jenn oc has been a wild amazing ride!!! She’s living her best life getting picked up for tricycle rides and getting into trouble. I’ll miss her, but there’s always so much room for her or another character to bust in!! ILY (and jenn oc)🩷🩷

My extreme sport is typing without glasses

Ah…

*He nods, because he does know. Except he’s never really had a problem with these straws… but she seems so certain. He nods again because he’s bought into what she’s saying.*

Eh- metal?

*Until she mentions that.*

What if it hits my teeth or something?

Six! Seven? Six seven. Ha

Don’t tell me! I want the points. Extra credit or something, no?

*He blinks and leans a little closer to look at the straws she holds. He doesn’t see anything wrong with them, they look… almost perfect to him. Juice straws.

But he looks up at her face and she does look displeased. He purses his lips, that easily swayed, and nods.*

Better straws, then. Like eh…?

How many points does the winner get???

It was a cool kids thing back then. You have Father Time, you have the Cher song, no? It was cool! I was a cool kid, which will not surprise you.

In eh… Ministry school tutoring thing. High homeschool. You know.

How many points did I get?

*He’s a little skeptical when she selects a straw, but it dissolves from his features the moment she gives her opinion. He watches her earnestly.*

Weird? Weird how? You don’t like?

*He holds the other straws up a little closer to have a look.*

Aha! A-Ha. Ha! Hmm.

I am listening. Tell me more, per favore.

Eh— you tell me! What is it for? I am sure. Four. The best number!

That’s a shame.…. Are you sure?

Should… it be?

I bet it is mine! I know it is. I am going to get it! This whole night is turning around!

Were you watching me?

Four, the best number.