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.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlke8tK6uvQ
“I gotta secret. Can ya keep it?”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5KB1xGB061
“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.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI5SnP8ztfE
Frèdèric leaned in, lowering his voice even more.
“You swear that you won’t tell?”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMdKM5sTSt0
“YES I SWEAR ON MY POETRY! Just say it already!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDJzJWIi1ge
Poète yelped.
“Patience! Patience, Poe! Patience is a virtue! Now, hush!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5wFdGDh8gK
Frèdèric hissed, grabbing Poète by the shoulder.
“Secretly, I get real nervous when I see blood.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnZDC7b3KKb
He mumbled.
Poète blinked for a moment.
“...That’s it?”
“Yes! What did you expect?! ‘I’m secretly married to my dog’?!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeCvCEbWHKi
“Um… yeah kinda!”
Suddenly, the world began to blur as voices began to sound strained and empty.
“Poe? Poooooooooe? Poète!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh3MsQfcTXj
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.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCjSuQOPS1S
She whispered.
“...Why in the name of God do you need utensils at this hour, toi farfadet?!”
“I’m painting a masterpiece.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuDXpG6xRyi
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?!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYn6MA4ZPvS
“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.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkFIdbqWwei
“Then I won't forgive you either.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKFsVmqYF5V
“Forgive me for what?!”
“Killing my husband!”
She growled.
“I didn’t kill your husband! He was my friend too, y’know!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfZDSrL8sjC
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.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUUenaDChs2
“Will you?”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCclaJnooSD
“Probably not.”
Fidèle blinked slowly.
“Why… why are you like this?”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUNyofe9L0Q
“If I am going to be strange I should at least use proper grammar.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrxqhJRQ3pk
“That didn’t- Never mind.”
She turned and left the room.
"Good night, Poe"76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtQzlZ26zfH
"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.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlDenZOiVLu
“I gotta secret. Can ya keep it?”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtKJ3dQ2yJ2
“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.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Y8mha7S28
Frèdèric leaned in, lowering his voice even more.
“You swear that you won’t tell?”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv9Gi5s79GU
“YES I SWEAR ON MY POETRY! Just say it already!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgmAp0X3AZD
Poète yelped.
“Patience! Patience, Poe! Patience is a virtue! Now, hush!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbULfCKz0Sa
Frèdèric hissed, grabbing Poète by the shoulder.
“Secretly, I get real nervous when I see blood.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgzPYRhVs4O
He mumbled.
Poète blinked for a moment.
“...That’s it?”
“Yes! What did you expect?! ‘I’m secretly married to my dog’?!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaAYBDI7gS9
“Um… yeah kinda!”
Suddenly, the world began to blur as voices began to sound strained and empty.
“Poe? Poooooooooe? Poète!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu45SorhFwv
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.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ34AYvG7Jm5
She whispered.
“...Why in the name of God do you need utensils at this hour, toi farfadet?!”
“I’m painting a masterpiece.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Ixw0bHeEh
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?!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ202xBuLkdo
“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.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiHZffqLV6P
“Then I won't forgive you either.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUnmuvDF35K
“Forgive me for what?!”
“Killing my husband!”
She growled.
“I didn’t kill your husband! He was my friend too, y’know!”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMBXDy9asiF
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.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXMgb4WrkoQ
“Will you?”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzbA1K6BAUj
“Probably not.”
Fidèle blinked slowly.
“Why… why are you like this?”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmwkQEpQlJ7
“If I am going to be strange I should at least use proper grammar.”76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6XAxNLjmGg
“That didn’t- Never mind.”
She turned and left the room.
"Good night, Poe"76Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7C42MSGqkf
"G'night."
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