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kayquilz · 12-12-2020, 01:18 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

The answer to your question, dearest Nowell, would be no. The majority of the British were pretty hopeless when it came to style, though Sachiko had found a few exceptions without lowering her standards.

But perhaps he SHOULD have simply suggested France, since that was where she lived now too since the divorce was finalized. She did travel a fair bit back and forth for one shot or show rather frequently, so the need to keep renting her penthouse in London had remained. Which was perfectly fine with her as she had grown quite fond of it and the sense of entitlement she had. After all, she was paying for it out of some of the assets she had been awarded from the divorce.

Her hair curly today, Sachiko's heels clicked against the pavement. Though this time she paid a bit more attention to where she was walking since a certain Unspeakable she knew was not on his lunch break and therefore would not be around here to rescue her and her shoe this time. She was just about to get into a proper huff, seeing as she could not spot her friend and former platonic lover ANYWHERE, when she finally picked him out thanks to the salmon color of his shirt. She knew virtually no one who could pull of that color with the same ease.

"You load of dragon dung," she scoffed affectionately as she approached him. "You could have told me you went blonde and saved me some effort in trying to spot you!" She glided to his side and wrapped her arms around his shoulders while kissing both his cheeks three times over and then a peck on his lips because she COULD.

Dragon dung?! HIM? Nowell had smirked to himself when he saw her, but of course he wanted to see just how much time it would take her to locate him. Not all that long, thankfully. He hugged her back tightly, appreciating the kisses and returning them with equal zeal. "Do you like it? I think I pull it off rather well, thank you," he spoke in rapid French because he missed it. Speaking English with his husband was such a cumbersome ordeal.

"Let us sit! Or - Oh!" He gestured at the stalls. "There's quite a few different options. I am thinking about a crepe. I know it's very basic, but I just want one. A sweet one. Dessert," he smiled as he pulled her chair out for her. "I feel as if I 'ave so much to tell you, my Sachiko," he flipped to English naturally, his light accent sounding almost musical in English. "And YOU so much to tell ME," he waggled a finger at her. Since the divorce, he knew Sachiko simply MUST get up to a lot. Much more than his married little self.

He touched her hair curiously. "I do like your hair like this...so long...and curly..."

12-12-2020, 01:18 AM	#103 (permalink)
kayquilz Granian Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Bikini Bottom Posts: 21,185 Hogwarts RPG Name: Roman Gellar Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arden Toros Gryffindor Sixth Year x4 x1	A Poop * k8 * Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie The answer to your question, dearest Nowell, would be no. The majority of the British were pretty hopeless when it came to style, though Sachiko had found a few exceptions without lowering her standards. But perhaps he SHOULD have simply suggested France, since that was where she lived now too since the divorce was finalized. She did travel a fair bit back and forth for one shot or show rather frequently, so the need to keep renting her penthouse in London had remained. Which was perfectly fine with her as she had grown quite fond of it and the sense of entitlement she had. After all, she was paying for it out of some of the assets she had been awarded from the divorce. Her hair curly today, Sachiko's heels clicked against the pavement. Though this time she paid a bit more attention to where she was walking since a certain Unspeakable she knew was not on his lunch break and therefore would not be around here to rescue her and her shoe this time. She was just about to get into a proper huff, seeing as she could not spot her friend and former platonic lover ANYWHERE, when she finally picked him out thanks to the salmon color of his shirt. She knew virtually no one who could pull of that color with the same ease. "*You load of dragon dung," she scoffed affectionately as she approached him. "You could have told me you went blonde and saved me some effort in trying to spot you!" She glided to his side and wrapped her arms around his shoulders while kissing both his cheeks three times over and then a peck on his lips because she COULD. Dragon dung?! HIM? Nowell had smirked to himself when he saw her, but of course he wanted to see just how much time it would take her to locate him. Not all that long, thankfully. He hugged her back tightly, appreciating the kisses and returning them with equal zeal. "Do you like it? I think I pull it off rather well, thank you," he spoke in rapid French because he missed it. Speaking English with his husband was such a cumbersome ordeal. "Let us sit! Or - Oh!"* He gestured at the stalls. **"There's quite a few different options. I am thinking about a crepe. I know it's very basic, but I just want* one. A sweet one. Dessert,"* he smiled as he pulled her chair out for her. "I feel as if I 'ave so much to tell you, my Sachiko," he flipped to English naturally, his light accent sounding almost musical in English. "And YOU so much to tell ME," he waggled a finger at her. Since the divorce, he knew Sachiko simply MUST get up to a lot. Much more than his married little self. He touched her hair curiously. "I do like your hair like this...so long...and curly..."** __________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin