patterned useless pretty boy call-out post

[assumedposition]

THIS IS A PLACEHOLDER POST FOR ALBERT DE MORCERF

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[hallucinogenetic]

..............................

It's Paris. There's lots of gardens.

[assumedposition]

[Having clambered off the bike and put it in park, Albert coughs slightly.]

Well. All's well that ends well, isn't it?

[imaginemeandyuu]

Oh!

[pats hair down delicately and scrambles off Kanda] A friend? Hi! I'm Alma. Or Pumpkin. Whatever you want, really.

[hallucinogenetic]

[sits up much less gracefully, brushing himself off. there's flowers in his hair :| :| :|]

. . . this is Albert. He was a teammate in Sabra.

[you know how Kanda feels about teammates]

[assumedposition]

[Albert honestly has no idea how Kanda feels about anything half the time, but he makes a gentlemanly bow to Alma in any case. As is only polite.]

A pleasure to meet you. Any friend of Kanda's is a friend of mine.

[imaginemeandyuu]

[curtseys back]

Nice to meet you! Thanks for driving his jerky self around, I bet he was a nuisance. Yuu, is there somewhere we can go I've been wearing this all day and I'm going to explode, like, maybe literally?

[hallucinogenetic]

Don't make jokes like that! —we're staying with Albert.

[we are]

[assumedposition]

[Albert just laughs.]

It was no trouble at all! I'm just glad to see him again, and in once piece. You're certainly welcome at mine.

[He looks back to his bike, then, and something seems to occur to him.]

... Though ... I'm not quite certain that three of us are going to fit on the bike.

[THIS PLAN WAS NOT WELL THOUGHT OUT. A novel, by Albert de Morcerf.]

[imaginemeandyuu]

I can probably... follow?

[hallucinogenetic]

Steal a car.

[assumedposition]

What-- no! We're not stealing anything.

... We can walk it. We're not too far from home. ... About an hour.

[imaginemeandyuu]

This place is so big...

[wistful]

I'm fine to walk. These shoes aren't too bad.

[hallucinogenetic]

Why are you like that, anyway?

[imaginemeandyuu]

'Cause I thought I'd fit in more? I mean I don't think, just from walking around a bit, that too many people would think I looked too weird but most people are this...

[assumedposition]

[Albert meanwhile puts his bike into neutral and starts rolling it along beside him as he leads the way.]

Do you normally look different?

[hallucinogenetic]

Fair enough.

[hoists Alma abruptly up into his arms, bridal-style]

Yeah, he looks weird.

[imaginemeandyuu]

Asshole! [elbows him in the jaw. While simultaneously settling more into Kanda's arms]

[assumedposition]

[Pfft. He tries not to laugh, but it's a desperate failure.]

Well, not to worry. Paris has all sorts, unlike the country towns. There's a significant alien immigrant population living here, now. I'm sore no one would look twice at you.

[hallucinogenetic]

Don't make me drop you.

[to Alma, threateningly]

—alien population? . . . oh, I suppose so.

[Kanda you were out ALL DAY]

[imaginemeandyuu]

Oh, is that what those people were. Should I change??

[assumedposition]

It's up to you. Certainly, don't stand on ceremony on my account.

[hallucinogenetic]

Wouldn't have to carry you then.

[imaginemeandyuu]

You don't have to carry me now if you don't want to, jerk!

[and then just sort of gives a shudder and is now an ass-naked weird-tattooed brightly colored exoskeleton-having demon thing with a halo]

[assumedposition]

[Well. Okay. That's... different. And naked. Sure.

Albert blushes and averts his eyes on principle. AWKWARD.]

[hallucinogenetic]

What are you blushing about?