Chapter XXIII: I Swear On My Poetry
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“Bonjour, Poe.”
“Yeah, bonjour, whatever, what’s the matter? You look like you just found out you’re a vampire.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ64MG3L1qZe
“I gotta secret. Can ya keep it?”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4CnK4ODtl8
“Of course I can, Frèdèric. We’ve been best friends since we were… well, knee high to a grasshopper!”
Poète whisper-shouted.
Frèdèric chuckled at his friend’s enthusiasm.
“Alright, good.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIytXv9nbiP
Frèdèric leaned in, lowering his voice even more.
“You swear that you won’t tell?”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjdhjPjk3W8
“YES I SWEAR ON MY POETRY! Just say it already!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnBMQyS42JY
Poète yelped.
“Patience! Patience, Poe! Patience is a virtue! Now, hush!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRN3Bu2t0bO
Frèdèric hissed, grabbing Poète by the shoulder.
“Secretly, I get real nervous when I see blood.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmiVmfHSV4y
He mumbled.
Poète blinked for a moment.
“...That’s it?”
“Yes! What did you expect?! ‘I’m secretly married to my dog’?!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2gNsFK0T2K
“Um… yeah kinda!”
Suddenly, the world began to blur as voices began to sound strained and empty.
“Poe? Poooooooooe? Poète!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAJGR7fnYz7
Poète blinked awake to see Fidèle standing over him, now aware of the fact that he had fallen asleep on his desk.
“What do you want…?”
He grumbled, burying his face in his notebook.
“Where are all of your utensils? There is only one spoon in there and it’s a ladle.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYzd2UWMiL7
She whispered.
“...Why in the name of God do you need utensils at this hour, toi farfadet?!”
“I’m painting a masterpiece.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSQgnMQfozs
She said sarcastically.
“I’m making food! What do you think I’m doing!?”
“Oh dear! I don’t know! Mon dieu why are you so grumpy?!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVVPnfXkAtM
“Why are you so grumpy?”
She retorted, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh dear! I wonder! It’s almost like you woke me up in the middle of the night three months after killing my friends!”
He spat with mock cheer in his voice.
“I thought you had forgiven me.”
She hissed.
“Well, I haven’t.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNriM235sVa
“Then I won't forgive you either.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoot62Wi25R
“Forgive me for what?!”
“Killing my husband!”
She growled.
“I didn’t kill your husband! He was my friend too, y’know!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ40J1ejYbId
He snarled.
“...Besides, the guilt would eat me alive.”
He admitted, rubbing his temples.
Fidèle cleared her throat.
“So… uhm… anyway, utensils?”
She grunted.
Poète exhaled.
“Oh dear… just use the ladle.”
He muttered.
“I’ll do the dishes later.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmSaItjMLE4
“Will you?”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡelEyO6BJFL
“Probably not.”
Fidèle blinked slowly.
“Why… why are you like this?”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPyE5hjbJPD
“If I am going to be strange I should at least use proper grammar.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTRFsPSW4ef
“That didn’t- Never mind.”
She turned and left the room.
"Good night, Poe"9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgcObmIkb6f
"G'night."
Chapter XXIII: I Swear On My Poetry
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“Bonjour, Poe.”
“Yeah, bonjour, whatever, what’s the matter? You look like you just found out you’re a vampire.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP5ZaoePKRL
“I gotta secret. Can ya keep it?”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ4Xfl767RN
“Of course I can, Frèdèric. We’ve been best friends since we were… well, knee high to a grasshopper!”
Poète whisper-shouted.
Frèdèric chuckled at his friend’s enthusiasm.
“Alright, good.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi0VQP19BsG
Frèdèric leaned in, lowering his voice even more.
“You swear that you won’t tell?”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX336YNOyxb
“YES I SWEAR ON MY POETRY! Just say it already!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAcnEo6AHZB
Poète yelped.
“Patience! Patience, Poe! Patience is a virtue! Now, hush!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxyFAsNCbsw
Frèdèric hissed, grabbing Poète by the shoulder.
“Secretly, I get real nervous when I see blood.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdp3RKSv85y
He mumbled.
Poète blinked for a moment.
“...That’s it?”
“Yes! What did you expect?! ‘I’m secretly married to my dog’?!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFvFTquCsAZ
“Um… yeah kinda!”
Suddenly, the world began to blur as voices began to sound strained and empty.
“Poe? Poooooooooe? Poète!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZxkUnmG37i
Poète blinked awake to see Fidèle standing over him, now aware of the fact that he had fallen asleep on his desk.
“What do you want…?”
He grumbled, burying his face in his notebook.
“Where are all of your utensils? There is only one spoon in there and it’s a ladle.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkQXlkwXDfq
She whispered.
“...Why in the name of God do you need utensils at this hour, toi farfadet?!”
“I’m painting a masterpiece.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAP1aA3qRik
She said sarcastically.
“I’m making food! What do you think I’m doing!?”
“Oh dear! I don’t know! Mon dieu why are you so grumpy?!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0iNYmE9R8D
“Why are you so grumpy?”
She retorted, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh dear! I wonder! It’s almost like you woke me up in the middle of the night three months after killing my friends!”
He spat with mock cheer in his voice.
“I thought you had forgiven me.”
She hissed.
“Well, I haven’t.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkSBxj48NqA
“Then I won't forgive you either.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Uqa8XaZt1
“Forgive me for what?!”
“Killing my husband!”
She growled.
“I didn’t kill your husband! He was my friend too, y’know!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9ej8q3YM98
He snarled.
“...Besides, the guilt would eat me alive.”
He admitted, rubbing his temples.
Fidèle cleared her throat.
“So… uhm… anyway, utensils?”
She grunted.
Poète exhaled.
“Oh dear… just use the ladle.”
He muttered.
“I’ll do the dishes later.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAIL5lq4O8Z
“Will you?”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFfzlDaCotw
“Probably not.”
Fidèle blinked slowly.
“Why… why are you like this?”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBUXe0SsCab
“If I am going to be strange I should at least use proper grammar.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK2ChxuaowC
“That didn’t- Never mind.”
She turned and left the room.
"Good night, Poe"9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMlrK9FpHsx
"G'night."
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