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.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgHFYWo75qE
“I gotta secret. Can ya keep it?”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3lWbqoMGRc
“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.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQXOFPR9jBZ
Frèdèric leaned in, lowering his voice even more.
“You swear that you won’t tell?”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoADJdxxGpK
“YES I SWEAR ON MY POETRY! Just say it already!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm98Vvv6zqO
Poète yelped.
“Patience! Patience, Poe! Patience is a virtue! Now, hush!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡynC9LtK99m
Frèdèric hissed, grabbing Poète by the shoulder.
“Secretly, I get real nervous when I see blood.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmrZPQo15R9
He mumbled.
Poète blinked for a moment.
“...That’s it?”
“Yes! What did you expect?! ‘I’m secretly married to my dog’?!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOcZMPn1IpL
“Um… yeah kinda!”
Suddenly, the world began to blur as voices began to sound strained and empty.
“Poe? Poooooooooe? Poète!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsQEd1FB1Iq
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.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZqxAVVuEqy
She whispered.
“...Why in the name of God do you need utensils at this hour, toi farfadet?!”
“I’m painting a masterpiece.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRaLcObUFhO
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?!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoImBN0tWyJ
“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.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlb1CyG5nuz
“Then I won't forgive you either.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ34QnudBxvP
“Forgive me for what?!”
“Killing my husband!”
She growled.
“I didn’t kill your husband! He was my friend too, y’know!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRsL5tqrli1
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.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlQRrLzG2zs
“Will you?”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Shcu97Fbz
“Probably not.”
Fidèle blinked slowly.
“Why… why are you like this?”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp15v1GdGMy
“If I am going to be strange I should at least use proper grammar.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNf5EUi7ANH
“That didn’t- Never mind.”
She turned and left the room.
"Good night, Poe"63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfW97EmP4YV
"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.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDoYhUrHL66
“I gotta secret. Can ya keep it?”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX7MfggOEpT
“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.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDyWBr40Pd7
Frèdèric leaned in, lowering his voice even more.
“You swear that you won’t tell?”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoszYpvTs1X
“YES I SWEAR ON MY POETRY! Just say it already!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9kOv5bPQTt
Poète yelped.
“Patience! Patience, Poe! Patience is a virtue! Now, hush!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf0d7KMROmI
Frèdèric hissed, grabbing Poète by the shoulder.
“Secretly, I get real nervous when I see blood.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu654KbOwAd
He mumbled.
Poète blinked for a moment.
“...That’s it?”
“Yes! What did you expect?! ‘I’m secretly married to my dog’?!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgbS7Md91By
“Um… yeah kinda!”
Suddenly, the world began to blur as voices began to sound strained and empty.
“Poe? Poooooooooe? Poète!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfXsftUmX2T
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.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVc2036CU7I
She whispered.
“...Why in the name of God do you need utensils at this hour, toi farfadet?!”
“I’m painting a masterpiece.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmMYtyMHK4u
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?!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGKlotujbqg
“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.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBFWm39WS0o
“Then I won't forgive you either.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUJ5CPoTyo4
“Forgive me for what?!”
“Killing my husband!”
She growled.
“I didn’t kill your husband! He was my friend too, y’know!”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU9OOPTM2ws
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.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡycqzMjlkK2
“Will you?”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtxhvl9ky6a
“Probably not.”
Fidèle blinked slowly.
“Why… why are you like this?”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXqMPLcTOGr
“If I am going to be strange I should at least use proper grammar.”63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡifV46bCtc6
“That didn’t- Never mind.”
She turned and left the room.
"Good night, Poe"63Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEu7agYmqPY
"G'night."
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