patterned useless pretty boy call-out post

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THIS IS A PLACEHOLDER POST FOR ALBERT DE MORCERF

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[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?

[imaginemeandyuu]

[wraps his tail around Kanda ♥]

Ahaha, I look weird, right?

[assumedposition]

Oh-- well-- it's just... I thought there would be more-- you know. Clothes. Involved.

[hallucinogenetic]

You can't see anything.

[imaginemeandyuu]

You used to get mad about it too.

[hops down, stretching]

[assumedposition]

[He stops looking away at least, but--]

That's not the point...!

[hallucinogenetic]

Let's just get going.

[imaginemeandyuu]

Uh-huh.

[assumedposition]

[Albert leads the way home.

They walk in silence for a few minutes while Albert tries to cast his mind around for a safe topic of conversation. Knowing Kanda's past, "How did you two meet?" is almost certain to end in disaster. And "How have you been since I last saw you?" seems even more fraught, given what he's picked up. Even Albert isn't that insensitive.

Damn it. He's usually good at small talk. Finally, a bit awkwardly:]

So... now that you're both in Paris... do you think you'll be doing any sight-seeing? I mean-- after all, it supposed to be the world's most romantic city!

[hallucinogenetic]

No.

[imaginemeandyuu]

Aw, why not? I hardly remember what it's like to be in a city, you know.

[assumedposition]

Come on, Kanda! When else are you going to have an opportunity like this?

[hallucinogenetic]

Like what.

[imaginemeandyuu]

To take your fiance on a romantic sight-seeing date in Par-wherever.

[assumedposition]

... It's Paris ...