#ClopinxPiper

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Dinner at Esme’s

Clopin was suspicious. He didn’t just say sus because he spent a lot of time on reddit lately. He couldn’t remember the last time that Esme had invited him to a dinner like that, usually just asking if he wanted to stop by for a bite to eat or something like that. But something to do with news? As he was putting on one of his disguises, all Sweeney Todd with the ruffles and the vest and the dark wig, he kept ‘hmmmming’ and trying to guess what it could be. Even in the dune buggy, he was speculating.

“I wonder if she bought New Orleans. I wonder if she bought us each Power Rangers outfits and we can turn into a huge robot together. I wonder if she kicked Trump in the nards. I wonder if she’s moving to Abu Dhabi just because Abu Dhabi is fun to say. Come on, what’s your guesses? Whoever is closest has to spend ten minute in Dale’s room with the windows closed.”

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Wedding bells

Esmeralda had left early in the day to get ready, doing her last minute running around. Leaving the instructions for Agnes and Pierre and what they would have to do, would have to contribute. The twins dressed differently, but still in celebratory clothes, a little knitted purse with a sapphire necklace around Agnes’s side. She would pick up Seven and Zero around sunset, just those two because she was bringing no date. Unless Dallas was her date for the night, something she didn’t mind. The puppy was family enough that it had a little bowtie around his neck. She thought briefly about asking someone but couldn’t think of anyone who would understand the weirdness of this wedding ceremony. It wasn’t in a church. It wasn’t in a park or a beach or anywhere that people would typically think of a wedding.

The abandoned plantation. It was lit up with candles of all sorts, guiding people to where they were supposed to go. Two large men, both of them with missing teeth, colorful bandanas covering their heads, one with just a beard and the other with a head full of facial hair, were standing around, directing the few vehicles that came. Mostly, people got there by foot. It was a wedding among the homeless of New Orleans after all. One of them would come in close to Agnes’s window, peer his face against it. Knock on it. She’d roll it down.

“Evening Agnes,” The hairier one with the purple bandana grinned. “Go ‘n park over there.”

Agnes had no idea who this man was. She didn’t think that she had ever seen him before. But then again, apparently she had been working with her mother on the shelters for the last two months. This looked like someone who needed them. “Thanks,” She’d smile, feigning familiarity and then would go and park the car off to the side, among the bushes. There were a few others, but they could be counted on one hand.

Pierre would take both Zero and Seven’s hands and would rush on past the house to get to the less creepy and more well lit back area. Much less creepy back here, leaving Agnes to carry the dog behind.

Indeed, it was well set up. Carpets spread on the ground, with a few being daring enough to advertise their wares there in case the rich showed up - i.e. these four. Plenty of places to sit. Bright bonfires. There was one here who knew fire magic, could help to turn the flames different colors, making it not only bright but beautiful as well. Food was already laid out. A band had been formed of panhandlers, guitars and fiddles and a saxophone and a clarinet, all coming up with rhythms together. Pierre would stick with his two while Agnes would find the woman who read her palm and the little girl to give the necklace. As the night grew darker, she’d be looking for Bastien among the faces though. She missed him. So much.

The bearded man would be shocked at who came up next in the obnoxious dune buggy. The former king. The one that most people assumed had been dead. Some of them had been interviewed and targeted by Peru’s people after the big disappearance of Clopin and Kuzco, accusing them of hiding them, though they had been doing no such thing. But seeing that face, was a great relief. Even if it was hidden under a large purple hat with a golden feather sticking out. “Le roi!”

“Hush, hush, hush,” Clopin would wave off. “No need for that. I’m here in secret, can’t you tell by the hat?”

The man would stumble over his words, showing Piper exactly what power that he had on the streets back in the day, to where people still revered him like this. It brought his mood up a little. A smirk. He’d pull in behind what had become the familiar SUV of the Renault family. Dressed in dark purples with golden trim to match his little lady, he’d take her arm proudly, and Kuzco’s if he came, and would escort them to where his own wedding with Kuzco had been. And he’d explain it to her as well. “Ours had better music. The musicians must have died off, how sad,” He’d note.

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My heart swiper; Piper

A government was doing what a government does; governing Every Tom, Dick and Javier, from head to underling Looking over the paperwork and endless dull meetings Showing up in court and the never-ending proceedings Now though they were boring, and not the most popular And came across as not fun and ever the gospeler There’s something to be said for these men in bad suits For God and country, they attempt to spread their roots They do this thing, you might have heard of it, it’s called work Some people are made for it, while it drives others berserk Because usually that paperwork, so white and so pristine Changes the lives of people, which makes it as pretty as the sistine Creating programs to aid and to help all the public So that people (the fun ones) can continue to frolic Like this princess I know if, who is very important Who sometimes with hard work can be a little discordant She’s cute and she plays and loves to converse But if she breaks a nail, there’s absolutely nothing worse She puts effort into things she likes, much like myself So when it comes to fun, she’s all the way top shelf Princess is a title, not just a cute nickname So she had everything she ever wanted; toys and fame She was so pretty, that to other girls, it was downright depressing And had skill when it came to dancing, signing and dressing Don’t get me started on the blessing that’s her magic She’s so damn talented that it’s on the verge of tragic Because this poor jester, though he gets a happily ever after Doesn’t get all of her coolness, just occasional laughter I’m bringing this up because a date had been chosen When she’ll fly from her toybox, feet all unfrozen And though it’ll be easy for her smile to charm and affect It’s not going to be enough to earn all of their respect So what I’m saying, to this princess, before from America we exit What’s required is time splitting, the occasion really begs it We need to finish what your ancestors have started And it’s not something that’s for anyone fainthearted We need to create a balance, of work and of fun Because all seriousness all the time is good for no one Because it’s nearing time that we gotta go back And ruling a country gives you no slack Living all fun and games comes with consequences But don’t work too hard and worry about expenses Your playful spirit is what makes you you, what we all adore And your Papa and I won’t let you turn into a bore You got this my girl, you’re the absolute perfect blend With work and with joy, we’ll rock Peru til the end.

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News {EsmeraldaxClopinxPiperxKuzco}

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Esmeralda peeked into the ‘royal suite’ at the Laveau house on one of her many visits. She was always bringing gifts to her family now that she found them again. And this time, it was Peruvian take out from the place where Kuzco had first taken Clopin, right to the same dishes. “Hello, hello,” She said, smiling at Piper, Kuzco and Clopin. It was nice to catch them all together for once. “I brought you some lunch.”

“I can smell the spices already,” Clopin said, making a show of sniffing the air. He was ravenous from the physiotherapy that he had put himself in that morning. Thank fuck for youtube, he didn’t even have to go into a hospital. They had everything on there. “What’s the occasion?”

“Well, I have good news - and a little bit of bad news,” She admitted, closing the door and walked further into the room. She went ahead and set up the TV trays that her papa had been using since being mostly bed bound. “What do you want first?”

“Hmm - let Piper decide,” Clopin said, looking over at his little girl.

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