there's so much that we share

[amadeusrockette]

[If there's one thing Julia's good at, it's feeling guilty. Once they're let out of the awful stretching room, she sets up in the kitchen and makes another cake. It's the same sort of coffee cake she made for Lea's wake, but this time it's got apples over top. While it's going, Julia writes notes for everyone except Elsa.]

I made cake and coffee. It's in the lounge, if you'd like to come by and not be alone.

Comments

[toogoodforhim]

[He crouches, and wobbles to keep his balance on the balls of his feet.]

I think you don't know how.

[whistlenotchirp]

My dances don't involve cutting off heads.

[toogoodforhim]

Well, I don't make too much of a habit of dancing with Madame Guillotine either, dear Monsieur. I like my shaves close, but not that close.

[whistlenotchirp]

Hmph. Napoleon lover here more fond of the drink it [Hic] seems.

[toogoodforhim]

...Who?

[whistlenotchirp]

[...wha.]

Yer... fluffled short man. Big shiny hat and.... royalness.

[toogoodforhim]

[???????]

His Royal Highness isn't short or really predisposed to wearing hats. And his name is Prince Adam, not Napoleon.

[whistlenotchirp]

No the... older one. The short one who lived on an island and then died.

[toogoodforhim]

Mmmm...

Nope, doesn't ring a bell. Maybe you've had a bit too much to drink.

[whistlenotchirp]

[He waves a dismissive hand.]

Some snail eater is projecting.

[toogoodforhim]

[Lefou chuckles and then pats Jiminy's head.]

It takes a bit more to get me drunk than you, friend.

[whistlenotchirp]

[He tears off his hat, brushing off any potential infection via Frenchman.]

Only technically. With the... whazzits and the whozits.

[toogoodforhim]

With the fact that you're only as tall as a horseshoe?

[He wobbles on the balls of his feet and then falls backward to the floor with an "oof!", resting his arms on his knees.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[That sentence.. actually gets him to smile.]

You think I'm that tall?

[In a pathetic way.

He leans on his umbrella, smirking smugly at the obvious horrible alcohol in this French jerk.]

[toogoodforhim]

Maybe one of my pony's shoes.

[But he's clearly teasing.]

[whistlenotchirp]

Guess I'm getting into a late growth spurt, eh?

[Do not encountere this extremely tiny man.]

[toogoodforhim]

May be. Just don't shed your shell anywhere, someone might think it's a body.

[Black humor? Yyyyeeeaaaaah.

Also crickets are like cicadas right]

[whistlenotchirp]

I thiiink that's... caterpillars...?

[toogoodforhim]

No no no, caterpillars leave behind a case when they turn into butterflies, but cicadas leave a perfect little cast of their whole body behind when they outgrow it.

[whistlenotchirp]

I never met any... chi-cah-das before. Sounds made up...

[toogoodforhim]

Chi-cah-dahs, that's adorable. It's, um... [He snaps his fingers.] Cigale, cigarra... It's like a locust, but not quite as... [Vague hand wave.] Plague-y.

[whistlenotchirp]

[He snorts, reminded of that particular plague.]

I wonder what plague this place is. Feels like... one of the top ones. Big big plagues.

[toogoodforhim]

Blood. I'd say firstborns maybe, too.

Then again, it might be locusts - or, well, bugs. Trying t'eat us.

[whistlenotchirp]

I never... get that one... Why eat people, people are gross????

[The drunken extra question marks can be heard somehow.]

[toogoodforhim]

...Wait. Didn't the locusts just eat all of the crops?

[what the fuck kind of wild ride is the Cricket Bible]