#Elise Martens

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Unsere Königshäuser 2023

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 (𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Summary: You have a long-lived crush on Cench, the boy across the road, piano is one thing you share. At a piano examination, you find out if your persistent feelings are reciprocated.

Notes: Originally was going to write about Tae-Moo from Business Proposal; thought this suits Central Cee better. Plus he's hot as f!ck.

Warnings: alcoholism, abusive father, a little swearing

Word Count: 2 453

When you played the piano it was like the notes were emitted from your finger tips, rather than from the instrument you love. You closed your eyes and let memory lead into the crescendo of Fur Elise. Playing the piano was a form of ecstatic escapism; it allowed you to transcend reality and exist in a void untouchable by what drained you.

Dad could drain a pungent bottle fast, even faster than he could drain you. Drifting into the decrescendo the melodic keys helped you block the intrusive thoughts you had about him. He used to be better, a memory which was slowly fading from memory. But if you were to be honest … those days when he embodied something other than an absent and sorrowful father were lost in a network of messy incidents, spurred by the violent man he became under the influence.

Sometimes dad was cordial and added to a pleasant ambience but this didn't overshadow his bad days. On these days, you would crawl within yourself, barricaded in your room playing until your fingertips felt numb and your hands lost their supple dexterity. Feeling a need to escape as your parents argued downstairs, mother was made timid by him; so she tread carefully, but even then he was so volatile. So temperamental.

So mother lived in crippling fear: That a chair would be thrown too hard, or that dad would drink too much alcohol. Extra shifts at the hospital was how she coped, running and adamantly refusing to confront - this tainted you with disappointment. Piano was the way you fought. But in rare instances when your favourite composers didn't ease your worried mind you turned to Oakley, the boy across the road.

Placing your sheet music atop of your keyboard you allowed yourself to sink into an inviting daze. Oakley Neil H.T Caesar-Su is it weird that I know his whole name, his friends call him Cench, Cench was an anomaly he made rap music and dressed in tech fleece but under the guise of his demeanor he was one of the best pianist you had witnessed … Grade seven.

When Cench played it was riveting, unconsciously tilting his head to the side and getting lost in the keys he looked like a worthy muse. You digressed, thinking about the way his plump lips upturned when he smiled. The way his dark curls caught the sun when she watched from afar. Afar... because Cench barely registered your existence.

Last week in music class, late as always; he bumped into you. As he retrieved your folder you thought you had glimpsed a twinkle in his eye. But it must have been the glare of the sun because your eyes lingered and his were unbothered; turning away. Changed into your satin PJs you switched the lamp off - some dreams were best left for sleep.

...

Morning had arrived, but as the sun rose smoothly you were ruminating. Casting your memory back to last night, you revisited the way your hands had glided over the keys. Each note seamless and crisp melting into the songs you had beautifully played. You hoped you would play as effortlessly today. Today was a pinnacle and would hopefully affirm the hours of practice and offer a haven which floated more away from what was happening at home and into your future at The Royal College of Music.

Doing your therapeutic morning skincare, you thought listlessly of life there and the endless respite it unlidded. Today you had chosen a white turtleneck layered by a wooly grey cardigan and cute pleated skirt, with opaque tights - for the glacial London winter - and legwarmers. Leaving your room you slipped on your Doc Marten's - a complementary staple in your closet.

They had not been cheap, but with the aid of your part-time job which was not overly lucrative; you were able to secure the shoes and cover the significant costs of piano tuition. Walking down, you treaded softly on the worn carpet, you could hear the wretched sound of beer bottles clinking in the kitchen. Clinging to the bannister you steadied yourself; Cench would be at the piano exam. So you put on a façade of bravery and nonchalance even though you knew it was erosive.

"Hi y/n slept well," his words weren't slurred yet. You were flummoxed, dad was usually rooted in self-interest. When did he start looking beyond himself?

" Dad..." Your words caught in the static air, it sounded so raw.

"Mmm."

"Do you think you can drop me to my piano exam it's a bit far by bus, mum is working and -" Glass smashing to smithereens startled you; you covered your head instinctually.

"Who do you think I am. A fucking taxi, take the bus. You and your God damn piano," he was seething, as he turned around you took in his bloodshot eyes. So temperamental. He wouldn't have been good to drive anyways. Rigid and shaking you rushed up the stairs hurriedly and stuffed your bag blindly with your sheet music. Your eyes were too watery. You shut the door behind you with trepidation, not wanting to spark another polarizing outburst.

Tears streaming endlessly down your face you breath caught as you saw Cench leaving his house across the road. Seeing you he seemed perturbed like he'd seen something he shouldn't have. You watched aghast as he put his earbuds in and pulled his quintessential Trapstar hoodie to shroud his possessing curls. Walking down the street with your eyes downcast, you felt mortified, you felt Cench had seen a part of your life you worked so hard to hide.

You bumped into something unmoving, "ugh," you scoffed exasperatedly. Could my day get any worse? Glancing upwards you were dumbfounded by who stood in front of you.

"Hi y/n, you alright, everything calm yeah?" Cench was looking directly into your eyes, his earbuds out.

You nodded, clutching at fading conviction. How could you tell Cench your problems when he barely knew you? So dishonestly you made it seem like everything was fine; insecurity hoodwinked you into believing he would think you were 'too much.'

Almost smirking, he rolled his eyes tilting his head to one side like he was lost in demanding piano piece.

"Why do girls always move shady? I can tell your not fine, you were tearing up and that _ " he sighed seeing the resolve you had in being stoic.

"Alright then y/n, your fine I guess. The piano exams are time away, taking the bus is mad _" he was stopped short by a honk from a car blaring rap music.

"Anyways good luck, don't stress too tough, your piano skills are hard," Cench said this as the car drove away erratically.

Piano skills? Cench knows about my piano skills? Maybe you're not so self-deluded.

...

Raveled in the chaos of the morning, walking into the revered and coveted Royal College of Music was an exhale. The school was the cornerstone of all your dreams, you could always visualize it vividly. And now here you were for a piano exam, it was a reminder that it was real and not just a conjuring of your escapist imagination.

Walking through the hall you took in the surreal architecture and basked in its splendor. I could get used to this. Peeking at your crumpled pamphlet you realised the auditorium was on your left: 'Auditorium 9B.'

You sat down in a velvety plush seat and felt yourself inflate with hope, a place hear would be a gateway to magic. A piano piece began softly, enthralling the dozens of other pianists scattered in the vast, gilded auditorium. Flicking your eyes heavenwards you saw him, playing as gracefully as ever. Sometimes you thought to yourself Cench was born solely for this very thing.

Cench's POV:

I have played this piece a thousand times before now; I perfected it and made it radiate real talent even. Just so that when I got on this stage, I could stare at y/n and absorb her beauty. I committed every detail of her face to memory before the eighth bar - What can I say I'm a quick learner innit. The truth is I am worried about y/n, I know her dad is an alcoholic, I just don't want her to know I know. She'll get embarrassed and hurt, and I don't want to see her like that, ever. This piano exam is important, grade eight is what I need to come here; so why is all I can think about how to tell y/n I like her? I shake these feelings off as the keys fade for the end. These man are tapped if they say I didn't make Grade 8.

...

Y/n's POV:

Speechless and hypnotised is what you are. Making your way up to the mahogany stage, butterflies battle for dominance in your stomach. This mix of nervousness for the performance and the fact Cench will be watching is both nauseating and intoxicating. You inhale filling your squeezing lungs. The conductor motions for you to begin, the sheet music you have on the ledge... It's not Fur Elise, like you were assigned it's the one you've been experimentally writing. Horrified you close your eyes. Lost. You begin to play anyways. Confront don't run. You play until the amounting crowd is rendered delirious with applause and Cench is peering funnily at you in the audience, you brush it off. That's probably the look of disinterest.

As the curtains closed you saw your future becoming narrower... and narrower. There was an office which you were meant to report to promptly, to hear results. Practically tiptoeing in anticipation you felt yourself drown in dread. Not commencing to Grade seven meant bidding this school a sorrowful goodbye, before you even had a chance to enroll! It wasn't just the prestige, or the vigor which made this school shine in a pearly light, it was the love for music and adorned opportunities it created. For some a school like this was a pretty ornament on a promising resume, but for you, this was your youthful life's work.

Now standing outside the tastefully decorated office, you heard two adults discussing tersely, the conductor and examiner. Knocking lightly on the door, you were further unsettled at how swiftly it swung open. For the millionth time that day, you sat in a seat powerless; while others dictated your fate.

"Ms. y/n last name, we were shocked when you played the piece that was not assigned to you, but it appears you wrote it, yes?" The conductor drawled.

You cleared your throat hurriedly, looking intently at the poker-faced men.

"Yes sir, I did," it came out a near whisper.

"Excellent, welcome to grade seven, I look forward to seeing you at the Royal College of Music in the very near future."

...

You were beyond ecstatic. You honestly had no words to describe this feeling it was bliss and euphoria intertwined. The rain sprinkled predictably as you walked to your bus stop: You couldn't help but romanticise life at times, but this moment was a smidgen of actual romance in your life. Your gentle musings of how much you loved the piano led way to someone you might adore just as equally.

You could hear fast steps behind you through your beige XM4s, thinking it was just another jogger it didn't faze you.

"y/n..." your name caught in Cench's throat. Hearing his voice made you rip your headphones off. Ugh So unsubtle. You stopped to see what he had to say, Cench was only a few inches away. But you wished he was closer... Closer still. As close as possible.

"Hey y/n I saw you walking, can man walk with you," he said this confidently but his eyes were slightly down cast.

"Yes, of course," you replied, letting your heart soar with the possibility of this being the day you would turn a new leaf together.

You walked together to the bus stop talking about piano and your shared dream school, until you could see the tall, red bus blinking at you in the distance.

"There's my bus, see you in music class, Cench," you tried to mask your disappointment as you reluctantly climbed the steps.

"Where do you think I'm going, we live on the same street still," he chuckled rolling his eyes; exciting the butterflied entrapped in your stomach.

"Oh okay," you smiled awkwardly.

Cench's POV:

I am sitting so close to y/n in the bus right now. What if I just leaned in and... Truthfully I am overwhelmed with nervousness right now. This never happens ever. I don't want to talk to her about what happened this morning; she doesn't seem ready and the way she's smiling right now and just looking around the bus. Man she's so cute. Bu there are things to discuss..

"Y/n.."

"mmhmm," she was looking into my eyes and I thought my mind would go blank.

" I - I actually like you a lot... I have for time, I can't lie." Holding my breath. I'm hoping... I hope she responds the way she does in my head.

Y/N's POV

The air left your brain, the moment felt ethereal. You had pictured and edited this moment innumerable times in your imagination. And you always thought it was just remain a figment. Looking into Cench's dark, enamoring eyes you could see he was waiting for your answer.

"I like you too Cench... I have since forever." Your smile turned impossibly large and you faced the front, excited for what's yet to come and beaming.

"Since forever huh, babe don't be silly," Cench's smile was a reflection of a sunny day.

"It's true - " you mumbled realising what he has said. Babe.

Cench placed a warm hand on your cheek. His lips were soft like you had always envisioned; grazing over yours slightly - searching for reciprocation. You opened your eyes wide in awe and surprise, pressing your lips against his. You could feel Cench smiling into the kiss; his lips were sweet and fit yours perfectly. Slowly his hand trailed to grip your waist while the other stayed on your face. Moving your lips together he pushed his tongue in your mouth and roamed everywhere he could; you saw a different galaxy.

Gasping quietly you both pulled away grinning stupidly.

"You're so beautiful y/n you don't understand," whispering for only you to hear, he wrapped his arm around you moving closer. You put your head in the soft spot between his neck and the edge of his shoulder closing your eyes. You thought about love. Love for piano and Love for Cench.

....

THE END

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glossary (WIP)

i didn't know there was a word limit on tumblr until i made this, so i unfortunately had to remove links that would lead to specific tags and help with organizing on here. also note that this post might be remade in the future

electricpuke/rocklandgame characters: abel, adam, adam whesker, akihiko kojima, akira kojima, alchemy willow, alice (electricpuke), alice carroll, amaterasu, amy, ana (rockland), ana (viral), annabelle winter, arcadian, aria king, ashley kinley, ashton kinley, athena dianoia, audrey, august dixie, avery greyson, ami, axel, baal, cain zeitgeist, callum willow, cassiel, charlie willow, chase knox, chase valentine, christopher “chris” king, circe, damien morningstar, dante stryker, dominick torrero, dylan, edison tekker, elizabeth bathory, elise, enoch, eve, faereighn, farz murphy (electricpuke), foal, freya, gabriel, gabriel lily, grace quinn, hades, hammerclaw, heidi, horus, hunter, itsuki mori, jack buchanan, jason buchanan, jason carmine (rook), jiyun, john, kali, karasu, kaz tyagi, kenny, kiku kojima, kiyoshi, kurt, lachesis chronis, lady yuzu, leo taylor, lilith, lincoln, logan, loki marshall, lucifer morningstar, macey, marco jennings, marcus de la cruz, max, meredith, mia, michael fitzroy, michael volkov, mio, molly, morgan, morgan le fey, munchie, naoki “nathan” donovan, nicolas flamel, olivia, oswalt morrison, peyton, quinton willow, rai, raizer, raja, ramiel, raphael, raphael sivori, reiko nakamura, richter (hotelpsycho), rory stryker, rose martinez, rosey, roy mcnamara, ruby red graves, sally, samael volkov, sanae, sano kojima, sejun, sergio marino, sergio morrison, shane, shiro suzuki, sparrow, sun-mi yeon (scarlet), sydney dixie, teagan buchanan, the engineer, the REAL vincent metzger, thor, tobias reeves, trace, trevor mcloughlin, tsubaki, tyler, uriel metzger, valak, vencil cartier, veni (electricpuke), verak, vincent castillo (electricpuke), vincent metzger, vlad, xander rosario, yeon seong-mi (emily yeon), zero (dollmaker), zero (empire), zeus

gatobob characters: ashe, anthony shore, beg, celia lede, centicat, chamomile, chastity, chet ichpujani, cry, demon, derek aeron, derek goffard, dragon, evander hutch, farz murphy (gatobob), farzen, fox, gideon bautista, harold, jack, jaqueline, jedka (facility), komodo, lawrence oleander, lich, lily talor, machete, marten trell, mason armbruster, mason heiral, mona winters, raid, raven, ren hana, richard, roadkill girl, samantha, scream, sid, stan, strade, tom, veni (gatobob), vincent castillo (gatobob)

other notable characters: a.e.d, ellen klein, izm, lucien rire, rodchester williams, shaun

known aliases/blogs:

arioddsandends, askparasitegods, bonesandcentipedes, doctor-dollmaker, electricpuke, fuckbyknifepoint, nagakira, nurseharlot, rocklandgames, runawayoutlaw, scarletaegis, scarletmarionette, trentboyett

gatoafterdark, gatoanswers, gatobob, gatoplays-sos, gatxbxb, gurobob, gurpbob, serpulalacrymans

eras (label for creator universes): altinr, arcane, boyfriend to death, crazy au, dark circus au, devil's night carnival, dollmaker, empire, facility, foxtail, human!au, huntress, inferno, mark of belial, nightclub, of gods and monsters, rockland, route 66, self insert, superjail, the artist, the carnival game, the commander, the doctor, the hunt, the misfits, the price of flesh, the puppetmaster, the serial killer, this is not romance, till death do us part, viral, welcome home, yanaki, you kill me every time, zeitgeist

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Martens Snakes and How NOT to Kill Your Boss

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/x1gWNIB by Sibbeh Chuuya Nakahara is a mildly traumatized young adult trying to survive the antics of up-and-coming lawyer Dazai Osamu, aka his boss. In a world where your soul takes a physical manifestation of animals called daemons, it can be hard to hide emotions. This is especially true when it comes to dealing with annoying bosses who happen to have beautiful faces. -BSD Lawyer / Soul Animal AU featuring- Pathetic attempt at a sugar daddy, Dazai Osamu. Emotionally stunted secretary Nakahara Chuuya. And their wonderful, completely sane daemons. Words: 3007, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi, Other Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Higuchi Ichiyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu's Father (Bungou Stray Dogs), Elise (Bungou Stray Dogs), Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs), Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Arthur Rimbaud/Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Lawyers, Legal Drama, Rivals With Benefits, Strangers to Lovers, Getting to Know Each Other, Mental Health Issues, Past Character Death, Past Child Abuse, References to Depression, Brotherly Bonding, Nakahara Chuuya & Nakajima Atsushi Friendship (Bungou Stray Dogs), Soft Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya Is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya's Unconventional Mating Rituals (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Yosano Akiko Friendship (Bungou Stray Dogs), Lawyer Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Secretary Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Student Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Student Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Trans Character, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Dazai Osamu is Bad at Feelings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Major Character Injury, Slow Burn, Age Difference, Boss/Employee Relationship, Power Imbalance, Hurt/Comfort, Dom/sub Undertones read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/x1gWNIB

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( CHASE SUI WONDERS / 25 / NON-BINARY / SHE / THEY ) — did you see HOPE’S SUPERFICIAL FRIEND, CLARA ZHAO, wandering around the mercer hollow today? i heard around town that the COLLEGE STUDENT and BARISTA is AFFABLE, and ANIMATED, but also VENGEFUL, and SHAMELESS. people say that they remind them of A PLATFORM BOOT DUCT TAPED TOGETHER, AN OLD JUKEBOX, and RASPBERRIES EATEN OFF FINGERTIPS, but how well can you ever really know someone in mercer hollow? ( bennie / 22 / mst / they/she )

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name: clara elise zhao nicknames: if you can come up with a good one they'll take it lol age: twenty five  birthday: april 13th chart: aries sun / pisces moon / scorpio rising gender: non-binary pronouns: she/her & they/them (no preference) sexuality: bisexual & biromantic  faceclaim: chase sui wonders height: 5′5 hair: brown eyes: brown tattoos: a few small ones in patchwork style piercings: three earlobe piercings on each ear clothing style: lacy shirts paired with ripped jeans, torn fishnets, oversized t shirts and maxi skirts, doc martens duct-taped together, aged silver jewelry painted over with nail polish, platform converse, leather jackets, graphic t shirts (often with graphic sayings lol) with a polo collar peeking out occupation: barista at black ridge coffee and college student (biology major, final year of undergrad)

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

uhhhh right out of the bat let's get into her EVIDENCE 😍 this is private knowledge to muses and nobody knows but clara but ... us muns can know as a little treat. clara was the result of a one night stand between bridget zhao and an unnamed mercer man (hope's uncle). not wanting a kid at all for many reasons (like he maybe was cheating on his wife lol), he disowned the zhao's quickly and after his name was forcibly put on clara's birth certificate (bridget is petty as fuck), he actually paid them a fair amount of hush money in order not to tell anyone else. as soon as clara was old enough to understand though, her mother told her who her father was, and since then she's had a strong distaste for the mercer family - some concoction of longing, jealousy, and hatred.

growing up was pretty lonely for clara, yktv when besides your mom you have 0 other family and you don't really make friends until mid elementary school because until then you just kind of like to stick your hands in the mud and chase your classmates around with worms? besides that, life was pretty decent. although they weren’t well off, clara's mom always made sure there was a pack of ice cream sandwiches in the freezer and clearance rack flowers on the kitchen table which was aided by the pay from her long hours as a dentist.

truthfully, nothing else notable happened during their childhood-high school. this is partially because it's true and also i am leaving it open in hopes of big plots with other muses who were in mercer hollow at the time 🧍‍♂️ if you have any ideas ... do lmk. in high school though, clara was nearly expelled for picking a fight during lunch of her junior year. having no other record, she made a deal with the principal to get it taken off her record if she got a 4.0 that semester, and thankfully was able to.

post high school graduation is about the time when the mercer hate train started to kick in. seeing hope get straight into college and continue to just be lil miss perfect with all the time in the world to improve her image, clara started to get jealous. they weren't able to go straight into college due to not having the money, and their mother didn't want to take out any loans. they also spent most of their time working, rather than just getting to do what they wanted like her.

however, upon getting accepted to the biology program at 22, clara and hope started to run in the same circles with classes/friends. instead of ... being an absolute dick to hope, clara decided to fake it until they made it because hope was still ... family 🫤 whether she liked the mercer's or not and thankfully hope seemed to be on the same page that she really didn't like clara below the surface, but unbeknownst to their connection.

anyways, they're going into the last year of their degree, making 40,000 lattes a day, celebrating and crying about hope's death, yktv or not i'll save you from reading more.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

clara? a good time ... mostly. i'd say they're pretty easy to get along with, most always kind and they'll do everything in their power to hold a conversation. they're a great storyteller and they like to see how people think :P

they also love a good laugh. unless they really have to, they don't tend to take a lot of things seriously. for instance, if you're the right company, she'll probably make some jokes about hope's death/disappearance too, half as her way of coping.

never having anyone super close to them growing up, they crave interaction with others and just really any relationship they can get. it doesn't matter if it's healthy, toxic, or just the most simple thing as them seeing you as a regular even if you've only come to get coffee from them once. while there may be a some exceptions (see: hope), just being around people is enough to satiate them. like small talk and holding the door open for people and smiling at people when they walk by them? right up their alley.

on the more negative side ... clara is a supreme grudge holder. mainly self proclaimed. if you wrong her to a certain point, it's basically over. it will be extremely difficult to get back on her good side. also, due to their people loving nature they also tend to be quite naive sometimes. even though they swear revenge is in their nature, it's not a rare occurrence for them to get walked all over while doing nothing about it. if they see the light, then the hatred will kick in, but you've got like 5-10 strikes usually.

additionally, they really just could not care less about what people think about them either. maybe being exposed for her evidence later will push her limit with this, but they sadly give me the vibes of the person that will just film absolutely wild tik toks in the middle of a supermarket check out lane even though everyone is looking at them like they want them dead.

in short: positive traits: personable, soft-hearted, analytical, intuitive, humorous, intelligent, a good listener, mostly open-minded, caring, logical, affable, animated

negative traits: inarticulate about feelings, unforgiving, vengeful, shameless, sometimes quick tempered, impatient, sometimes critical, vulgar, sometimes naive

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

friends from college/mutual friends with hope. i say "friends" loosely because clara wasn't really friends with hope either. just people that were in the same circle, got invited to the same things.

friends in general! they like people!!!

regulars at black ridge coffee. could be good or bad. maybe she uses the foam to put menacing things on their cup as a threat.

an idiotic pair of friends/bad influences for the other. tbt to the high school fight, clara sometimes likes to get in #dangerous behavior. borderline crimes ... shoplifting from chains ... drugs ... other things of the sort but never caught! yet

found family i beg of thee. sibling like friendships ... a father figure

a pair where they're equally as convinced that the other had a hand in hope's death or disappearance. with the knowledge of her lineage being private, the other muse would have to theorize about some other dirt for clara

a roommate! clara moved out at 22 once she got into college. this could either be on campus roommates or off. with clara's funds tho ... keep in mind they might not be living in the best place ever

similarly, neighbors! they could be neighbors now or from clara's childhood home

gut wrenching hate plots of where they really love each other but things just can’t work out for one way or another. love that shit

gentle romance <3 slow burn. someone who won’t hurt her. we can always plan for this and try for chem and just see where the wind takes us.

or unrequited love idk!!! could go either way.

people who treat clara like shit! but she likes being around them anyways because she doesn't feel that alone. could be hookups, friends, anyone. could be juicy if your muse knows they can basically do anything to clara and takes advantage of her.

the person that clara fought in high school LMAO?

other people that clara seeks revenge from??

as i mentioned in the background portion, i am very much open to clara taking any wcs/big plots that they could fit at any point, esp in their past. if you have something you're looking for, even if you're not sure if it'll work, ask me anyways bc most often i will be happy to make it work lol

licharally i am open to anything

strike through = taken

[chimcess]

— Dino-Mite: the playlist

“With the end of her college career coming to an end, Y/N is about to make her way into the adult world outside of Harvard. That’s when she finds an unlikely friendship with her sex-crazed neighbor, Namjoon, who shows her how unexpected life can be.”

— Are you in love? (intro) - The Regrettes | Vanilla Baby - Billie Marten | Sweet Marie - The Walters | Dinosaur - Fog Lake | Corn & Cheese - temp. | Deep Brown Eyes - Bedside Kites | Elise - The Greeting Commitee | Please Notice - Christian Leave | Come On, Come On, Come On - Eli Smart | Boy, I’m Just A Loser For Your Love - Good Mourning | Lately, I’ve Been Sad (with Lizzy McAlpine) - Lilacs. | Things That Make It Warm - Cavetown | I Love You More - Son of Cloud | Black Tea - Ruffin | I Don’t Wanna See You Cryin’ Anymore - Adam Melchor | No One Really Wants Me - hunter & wolfe | Burn Slowly/ I Love You - The Brazen Youth | in your neighobors garden - mini bay | Lovers Do - The Brummies | Yellow Flowers - Alfie Templeman | When U Loved Me - Hether | Pancakes for Dinner - Lizzy McAlpine | Forever & Always - Zeph | I Hope It’s You - Rusty Clanton | Thank God I Found You - Chase Ceglie |

Listen Here:  Spotify

[incorrect-the-squad]

Mimi: what are you using as contraception?

Elise: the doc martens and combat trousers weren't enough of a clue for you?

Mimi:

Elise: im not using contraception

Mimi: oh you really need to be using contraception

Elise: haha. no i don't

Mimi: of course you do. even if you're using the old fashioned method, or the catholic method-

Elise: believe me, Mimi, nothing about what i'm doing is catholic

[mystreraes]

thankfully nat was in walking distance from elise's house. when she got that text from her best friend there was no car beat up suv in the driveway for her to borrow. and the alternative of waiting for eli to pick her up to take her over would have just taken too long. so nat quickly got dressed, throwing on her well worn skinny jeans and a few layers along with her doc martens to brave the cold and walk over. it was when she got to the street elise lived on that natalie was tugging on her wired earphones. focussing in on the fact that there was an ambulance, for some reason even a fire truck still parked out the front of her house. without hesitation, the girl started running down the street. bolting toward elise's house to see what the fuck was going on. she'd been able to tell her friend was upset but whatever happened was bigger than that.

as she approached the house, all nat could do was avoid eye contact with the paramedics who remained. hoping they wouldn't care too much to her sneaking her way in through the front door and into the living room. there was obviously something very fucking wrong, even by the way elise held herself as she stared out the window. nat stood there for a few seconds, just watching and observing before she carefully called out to her, "lise?" obviously there was like a dark heaviness to the feeling in the room. but when her friend turned around to see her, nat's heart just broke for her. she stood there, sturdy against elise's awkward and desperate hug, her arms coming up to hold her friend before softly cooing, "i know, lise... i know... shhh it's okay." her eyes squeezed shut, drops of tears fell over each of her cheeks as she tried her best to swallow whatever kind of uncomfortable feelings she was experiencing at the site of paramedics. she opened her eyes again, pulling back so she could look elise in the eye, "what um-- what happened?"

With her arms folded over her chest, Elise could still see the ambulance and fire truck through the windows. The nights still bouncing off of every glass surface. Glossy swollen eyes looked up through the front window, watching as those who walked their dogs gawked as her world crumbled to pieces around her. Everything the nice paramedic lady was saying about funeral homes just going through one ear and out the other. Everything was overwhelming her. Everyone in the house. The lights. The chatter coming through the radios. She didn't know what do to, when all she wanted to do was scream. Fall to a ball on the floor and just cry. But even then, she wasn't even allowed to do that. She had things that needed to be done. Calls to make. Things to figure out. How was she even supposed to plan a funeral? She could barely plan or afford a super bowl party if she wanted. And now it was on her to figure this out? All by herself? There was information swirling around, more questions being asked and try as hard as she could, Elise just couldn't take on any more information. The only thing she could think about was how cold her gran was when she touched her hand. "Lise?" Nat's voice broke through all the chatter and chaos that was now surrounding them both, and the younger blonde spun to see her best friend. Breaking, Elise took a few steps before colliding with Natalie. Her arms instinctively finding their way around her friend so she could cling to her tightly. "I don't know what to do", her voice trembled as she tried to keep calm. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

@mystreraes

[playlikeabadass]

Bon nadal!

[kyokuma]

2021 WTA Finals Guadalajara , MEXICO

2021-11-17  Hsieh,Mertens vs Krejcikova,Siniakova

Congratulations,  Krejcikova and Siniakova  🏆👏👏👏

[dzsenifermarozsan]

[sonderthroughthestreets]

@robbesdriesen you chose 4! So here it is 😌💫

4. “I can’t believe you!”

Dialogue prompts!

Edit: it says he’s halfway across the world and that’s because he was supposed to be in New York but I’m dumb and wrote Paris 🙈

✧ Happy one year anniversary of us being friends bb!! ✧

He was flipping pages back and forth and not a single word was going into his head.

It was raining outside, the pitter-patter of the droplets hitting the window, slowly making their way down to the pane and the sky was as grey as ever, clouds engulfed in each other blending into a hazy wash. Robbe thought it some cruel pathetic fallacy mocking him for the way he felt because he felt rather gloomy on this particular day. His mother was out and wouldn’t be back until later in the evening and though he had some studying to do this weekend, he still felt restless and incomplete.

It also didn’t help that the love of his life was halfway across the world right now.

But it was okay. It had to be.

Because when Sander had told Robbe about this brilliant opportunity to showcase his art internationally, he couldn’t contain his excitement and the sparkle in his eye as he envisioned it all already. His face had lit up completely because “Robbe you don’t understand out of all the students, they only choose three!” and “This is like the opportunity of a lifetime” and “This could mean so much for my career, it’s gonna be so great I can feel it in my bones.”

Then came the doubt. “But what if I’m not good enough?” and “What if they don’t like my work and I slaved away for these pieces for nothing and what if this was all a mistake and they hadn’t even meant to choose me?” and then finally as he had looked down, his eyes losing all that spark, “And it means leaving you.”

Sander might have thought that Robbe didn’t understand the weight of those words, but he did. He knew that even though Sander was leaving now for about three weeks to London, New York and Paris, a week in each city, if he was successful, he’d move onto bigger things. He’d gain publicity and he’d be asked to be present in more showings and if fate allowed it all, then pretty soon he wouldn’t be here much or have much time for him. But Robbe was ready to except that because this was Sander’s dream. This was literally what he’d been working for this whole time. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.

“You should go,” he had said, encasing Sander’s hands in his. “You have to go because Sander, your art is breathtaking and it deserves to be seen and even if it means leaving, I know you’d do the same for me.”

And Sander had squeezed his hands back, his heart and gut wrenching at the thought of it all and with the utmost sincerity, with absolutely no hesitation, he’d whispered back, “I would.”

So, he’d packed up for London, the first city in his mini tour, and he’d endured his mother’s fussing while simultaneously mentioning how proud of him she was and he’d trapped Robbe in the longest hug he could possibly maintain before boarding his plane, his head peeking back at the gates, bleached hair falling over his forehead.

That was about three weeks ago and Robbe had just learned that Sander’s stay would be extended for one week more. While they’d FaceTimed whenever they could, Robbe couldn’t stop the ache in his chest, the burning longing that tingled as soon as he woke up, lingering still after a night out with his friends, soaking into him as he fell asleep. And he still felt it now as he sat there at his desk, textbook open but his thoughts diverting to soft hair, the lashes upon his green eyes, the moles on the side of his face. Just as he was about to try to really focus on the letters of the page to get that feeling out, he saw his phone light up beside him.

It was Sander calling him and he felt his soul replenish a little at the sight of his name.

“Hey,” he smiled into the greeting, lifting his phone up to his ear.

“Hi, Robin,” Sander’s voice came through, deep and raspy and filled with a static haze.

“You’re not gonna FaceTime me?” he asked him. He heard more static, some shuffling around and it was a while before he responded again.

“Uh no, no FaceTiming this time,” replied Sander, the hint of a smile already present in his voice. “I mean we won’t need to for now.”

Robbe was now suspicious with his cryptic words.

“What are you up to?” he asked, knowing his boyfriend was capable of the most outrageous shenanigans. And even though he was technically in Paris right now, that didn’t mean he didn’t send him videos of the stupid shit he’d be doing in the hotel lobby.

Unfortunately there wasn’t enough time for sight-seeing and Sander had said it ‘keeps him busy’ to which Robbe had laughed and said ‘don’t fuck it up and get in trouble.’

He still hadn’t answered as more shuffling proceeded to sound through the phone.

“How’s your day been?” Sander asked. He probably hadn’t heard him.

“Good. Would’ve been better with you here,” Robbe chuckled.

“Same.”

There came more shuffling and breathing, like Sander might’ve been lightly jogging. It made Robbe all the more curious.

“Sander are you out right now? What exactly are you doing?” he asked again.

He heard his laugh shimmer through the phone, low and enticing, and it made him long for him even more.

“Patience, Robin,” he said and Robbe could practically see the smile that was probably stretched across his lips.

“Precious coming from you,” he teased.

Sander let out a real laugh now, faded and a bit distorted from the line that for some reason didn’t seem to want to connect very well today, but Robbe still wanted to drown in it.

“Just...hold on a sec. I’ll see you soon,” he said.

“What does that mean?” Robbe asked. But Sander was already bidding his goodbyes. “Sander, no, what do you mean?”

He sighed as the line cut, but then suddenly there was a loud knock mimicking the beat of his heart and the look of confusion across his face turned into anticipation as he slowly put the pieces together.

Opening the door, he failed to let his eyes adjust to what he was seeing. He even blinked a few times just to be sure.

No way this was real.

Because there was Sander standing in the doorway in his black leather jacket and his Doc Martens splattered slightly with mud, his bleached hair a little damp from the mist of the rain and his eyes shining bright with a smile.

‘Missed me?” he said.

And Robbe couldn’t help but pull him in, pull him closer and envelope him in an embrace that was sure to break a few ribs. His arms wrapped around him tight, wrinkling his jacket as Sander’s hands returned the gesture, holding his back, fingers grasping softly at the fabric of his dark sweater. Robbe breathed him in. He was almost certain he was forgetting what Sander smelled like and the shirts he’d loaned him weren’t nearly enough. The thing about rain though, is that it always heightened a smell, made it stronger, heavier. The faint scent of leather and cologne and something sterile that smelled of airport clung to him. He buried his nose in the ends of his hair and squeezed him even tighter. He felt Sander do the same, face hidden in his dark curls.

Robbe slowly pulled back but only to lightly smack his arm.

“I can’t believe you!” he exclaimed with the biggest smile on his face, his sentence breaking off in laughter. “You said you’d be back next week.”

“Are you really yelling at me because I came back early? I’ll go back to Paris, the hotel was pretty nice there,” Sander pointed his thumb toward the door.

Robbe just laughed with him, shaking his head, not quite believing this was reality and not a dream.

“I missed you,” he said.

Sander pulled him in, his finger delicately running along his jaw, his thumb tracing the supple skin of his cheek. His eyes flickered from the deep browns in Robbe’s down to his lips still curved at the corners, a residual of a smile. He leaned in and then just waited, playfully delaying this moment.

Fucking tease.

When his lips met him, it was soft and airy, light and feathery, like a barely-there press against his skin. He took his time with that first kiss. The second one, however, devoured him and deemed him senseless. It was urgent and needy, it was tongue tracing into his mouth, it was unspoken words of their love, it was deep and driven and maddening, maddening. Over and over and over and over again.

They pulled away with breathy sighs, lips lingering near the other. Robbe pressed another light kiss to his mouth and their hands travelled slowly, Robbe’s from his neck to his shoulders and Sander’s from his hair to his waist.

“I missed you, too,” Sander whispered into him.

He gave him one more sickeningly sweet kiss.

“Come on, let’s get you warm and then you can tell me all about your showcase,” said Robbe, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Sander’s forehead.

They got settled in and Robbe heated some leftover lasagna from the fridge and they ate leisurely under the glow of the kitchen lights. Or rather, Robbe ate while Sander took a forkful only to settle his hand near the plate as his other one gestured the words he was saying, talking excitedly about his trip.

“It was amazing, Robbe! There were so many great pieces and the others who were chosen, Elise and Oscar, right? Their stuff is so cool. I think I took some shots before we left, but some of them should be up on the gallery website anyway and I was like,so fucking nervous,” he then looked over at Robbe. “Like I truly wished you were there to hold my hand and I reached for it before realizing you weren’t there and instead I almost held hands with Elise and then she gave me a really weird look after,” he rambled.

Robbe just watched him with all the love in his heart and all the adoration in his eyes.

“That’s cute,” he said leaning closer to him, palm in his cheek.

“No, it was so fucking embarrassing,” Sander gave him a look.

Robbe refused to believe Sander got embarrassed about anything, but after being with him for more than a year, he knew that he tended to get really nervous when it came to art showings. It’s not that he cared about his art being on display, it was mainly the people and the atmosphere and some sense of pretentiousness he couldn’t handle.

He sighed, finally taking a bite of his lasagna.

“Enough about me, though,” he said. “How have you been?” he asked like he didn’t text him that every day. “And where’s your mom? I didn’t get to say hi.”

“I’ve been good. Just studying and missing you and my mom’s out for a bit but she’ll be back,” Robbe chuckled.

Sander nodded.

Then, something settled in the air as Sander forked his lasagna, sticking the metal in the dish this way and that. His lips curved into something, some sort of bittersweet emotion Robbe couldn’t get a grip on.

“It was good, Robbe,” he said quietly, talking about the showcase. Some longing was seeping into his voice. “I mean it was really good.”

Robbe put a hand over his as his stood up with his empty plate (he’d been done his food for a while).

“That’s good,” he smiled, trying to convey with his eyes that he meant it and that whatever insecurities or doubts or irrational fears he had were all in his head because Robbe supported him. He knew how much he wanted this.

He walked over to set the plate in the sink, a chore for later once Sander finished his slice, and then he stepped back slowly grabbing onto Sander’s shoulders, his navy hoodie wrinkling under his fingertips and swung his legs around him as he sat his in lap. Sander let him, holding his thighs to balance him.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if I actually make it. If I actually somehow become an artist,” he said as Robbe leaned into him, his face drawing close.

“You are an artist,” he smiled.

“Yeah, well,” Sander snorted. “A well-known artist, then.” He brushed his nose across his, playfully nuzzling it up. “I’d take you with me next time,” he said.

“We both know you can’t do that,” Robbe let out a rumbling laugh.

“I’d take you anywhere with me,” Sander now stroked his arm, pushing up the sleeve of his sweater a bit, exposing the skin on Robbe’s wrist where his heart pulsed rapidly.

“Hhmm.”

“Would you come with me?”

“You know I would.”

And then there weren’t words left between them anymore. The space had closed and it was lips on each other once again, heads titling and mouths tasting. They mostly tasted of salty and savoury, a bit of leftover grease from the lasagna. But Robbe wouldn’t have it any other way. He wrapped his arms around him tighter, smiling into the kisses he gave and received.

And it went like so for a bit.

Being absolutely overwhelmed with a need for other. Waves inevitably crashing into rocks as they crashed into each other. Some hollowed form being filled by each other, moulding and meshing and weaving and intertwining. It was some kaleidoscope of colours bursting at the seams, some devastating desire and want.

It was

I love you

Me too

I missed you.

I know.

I miss you.

I’m right here.

And suddenly, Sander was lifting him off the chair, barely making it to Robbe’s room in the mess of giggles and kisses adorned with love. His plate of lasagna was still untouched but it was fine because Robbe got the feeling Sander was hungry for something else.

A hunger filled with yearning and joy passion and warmth.

And like he could imagine him saying...

Who was better than Robbe to satiate such a feeling.

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NGÔI NHÀ CÓ CHIẾC ĐỒNG HỒ MA THUẬT (The House with a Clock in Its Walls)

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[thelittlesttimelord]

The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 4

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 4 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 4/? SUMMARY: With the Doctor newly regenerated, he and Elise must now navigate their new relationship. The Doctor is an old man and Elise is a headstrong young woman. She is no longer the scared little girl the Doctor saved all those years ago. Will Clara be able to keep them from killing each other?

[A/N - I really love this chapter.]

“It is our intent to leave. If it is your intent to stop us, perhaps we should get down to business,” Vastra said and they raised their weapons.

Elise, Jenny, Strax, and Vastra went to work slicing at the robots, but they just kept coming.

It was strange to see Elise fighting, but Clara had no idea what had happened on Trenzalore.

“How many do you estimate, my dear?” Vastra asked Jenny.

“More than upstairs. About twenty, thirty?”

“The ones upstairs were mere decoys. These are battle ready. I anticipate a challenge.”

Strax laughed as he mowed down the robots. “Don't worry, my boy, we shall die in glory!”

“Okay. Good-o!” Clara said.

“Why can't you stay dead, coward?”

The robots kept getting back up.

They grabbed Vastra’s arms and forced the sword from her grip. “Jenny!”

“Hold your breath. They're stupid. Everybody hold their breath,” Clara told them. They did as Clara said.

The robots paused and then lowered their weapons.

Clara picked up the Doctor’s screwdriver and crawled through the robots to the door. She tried sonicing it, but it wouldn’t work.

Strax was about to fire his weapon when he passed out.

“Stop!” Vastra yelled.

Everyone started breathing again.

Just as the robot were about to run them through with their swords, they stopped. They doubled over, deactivating as Clara and Jenny fainted.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They arrived back at Madame Vastra’s, but the Doctor was nowhere to be found.

Clara walked up to where the TARDIS had been.

“I fear we have missed him,” Vastra said.

“He’ll be back,” Elise reassured Clara.

“How do you know?”

“Because I know him.” Elise turned and went inside to get changed. As she was lacing up her boots, she heard the time-rotor. She sprinted down the steps.

“Elise!” Vastra called.

“Yes?”

The lizard woman smiled. “When you find him, the one you’re looking for, please come by for a visit. I’d love to meet him.”

Elise nodded and ran outside with Clara.

The TARDIS had cleaned herself up and given herself a new paint-job.

Elise couldn’t wait to see the inside.

Clara and Elise entered the TARDIS.

“You've redecorated,” Clara said.

There were now stairs leading up to an upper platform that went all around the perimeter. There was a chalkboard and bookcases.

The Doctor sat in a leather armchair. “Yes.”

“I don't like it.”

“I love it,” Elise breathed, looking all around her.

There was a twitch at the corner of the Doctor’s mouth. No matter what body, he loved seeing Elise happy. “Not completely entirely convinced myself. I think there should be more round things on the walls. I used to have lots of round things. I wonder where I put them?”

He descended the stairs. “I'm the Doctor. I've lived for over two thousand years, and not all of them were good. I've made many mistakes, and it's about time that I did something about that. Clara, I'm not your boyfriend.”

“I never thought you were,” Clara told him.

“I never said it was your mistake.” He put the TARDIS in flight. “What do you think?” he asked.

He threw back his jacket, exposing the red lining. He was wearing rather tight pants and chunky Doc Marten shoes that suspiciously looked like the male version of a pair that Elise herself owned. Other that the red lining and the white shirt, he was dressed all in black. Apparently another trait he’d picked up from his daughter.

“Who put that advert in the paper?” Clara asked, ignoring his question.

“Who gave you my number? A long time ago, remember? You were given the number of a computer helpline, and you ended up phoning the TARDIS. Who gave you that number?”

“The woman. The woman in the shop.”

“Then there's a woman out there who's very keen that we stay together.”

The TARDIS landed smoothly.

“How do you feel on the subject?” the Doctor asked.

“Am I home?”

“If you want to be.”

“I'm sorry. I'm…I'm so…so sorry. But I don't think I know who you are any more.” Her cellphone started ringing.

“You'd better get that. It might be your boyfriend,” the Doctor told her.

“Shut up. I don't have a boyfriend.” Clara went outside to answer the call.

Elise noticed a glint in her father’s eye.

“Elise!” Clara called, “I…uh…I need you to come out here.”

Elise looked at her father and he nodded.

“Go on.”

She left the TARDIS and Clara handed her the phone. “Hello?”

“Ellie.” The voice nearly sent Elise to her knees.

“Dad?”

She heard him sigh on the other end. “My Ellie. My clever, brave girl. I need you to be brave now.”

“But…”

“Promise me. Promise me you’ll help him.”

Elise sniffled. “I promise.”

“I love you Elise. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I love you too, Doctor.”

“Do you remember what I said to you? The very last thing I said to you?”

“You and me, no matter what.”

“No matter what. One more thing. When the time comes and you meet him…”

“Who?”

“The one River told you about. The one you’re meant to be with. Just know that I approve and I just want to see you happy. Goodbye Elise.”

“Bye daddy.”

The Doctor came out of the TARDIS. “Who was it? Was it the Doctor?” he asked.

Clara sniffled. “Yes.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“He asked you a question. Will you help me?”

“You shouldn't have been listening.”

“I wasn't. I didn't need to. That was me talking.”

The Doctor scoffed. “You can't see me, can you? You look at me, and you can't see me. Have you any idea what that's like? I'm not on the phone, I'm right here, standing in front of you. Please, just, just see me.”

Clara started to walk forward, but Elise stopped her.

Elise approached him, staring up into his now piercing blue eyes. “You and me, no matter what,” she told him.

He offered her a small smile. Something about that smile was familiar to her. “No matter what.”

She grabbed his face and pressed her forehead to his. Something she hadn’t done since she was a child. She could look at him and still see the green eyed, bow-tie wearing Doctor and the Doctor who saved her. So she showed him.

The Doctor reversed the connection and showed her herself as a child. The scared brunette with the big blue eyes.

She laughed and threw her arms around his neck and he froze.

“I…I don’t think I’m a hugging person now,” he said.

“And I really don’t care,” Elise told him.

“Whatever you say.”

Elise stepped back and Clara walked up to them.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what?” the Doctor asked.

“Phoning. This isn't my home, by the way.”

“Sorry. I'm sorry about that. I missed.”

“Where are we?”

“Glasgow, I think.”

“Ah. You two will fit right in then. Scottish.”

“Right. Shall we, er. Do you want to go and get some coffee, or chips, or something? Or chips and coffee?”

Clara and Elise laughed.

“Coffee. Coffee would be great. You're buying,” Clara told him.

“I don't have any money.”

“You're fetching, then.”

“I'm not sure that I'm the fetching sort.”

“I’m not sure you get a vote.”