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[flensing]

[If one happens to be in the Blue Light this evening, they will find one of the newer waitresses moving about in a rather nervous manner, trying to avoid any of the customers, and has in fact pulled out her network device to try calling off from work, hesitating over the action because she feels lucky to have the job at all, and shouldn't be slacking off so early on, but...]

Vous connaissez la rue de l’amour? Celle qui fait l’angle du plaisir. On peut la chercher ensemble?

[After saying this to one of the nearby customers, Anna's face has turned beet red, more flustered than she has been in a very long time.]

I'm sorry. I'm very-- Je suis perdu. Je cherche le chemin pour atteindre votre cœur. Vous pourriez m’aider?

[[ooc; dig that hover-text.]]

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[totallyinaband]

[Stephen's in the kitchen when he hears the flurry of French through his pass-through window. It's been way too long since he actually spoke any, but growing up in the Canadian school system means he at least has a grasp of what she's saying. Yikes. That's a fun curse. He catches her next time she passes by the bar.]

Everything okay?

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[flensing]

[Her eyes are very large when she stares at him, brown and miserable.]

Y-ye-- [She pauses. This is really not the time to put on a brave face.] No, I think I should-- Tu es célibataire ? Car je peux arranger ça si tu veux.

[punchedhitler]

Anna?

[flensing]

Monsieur. [This is a terrible thing.] I'm very sorry. I can't--

Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world?

[She lifts a hand to her forehead in horror, rubbing briefly before saying, again,]

I'm very sorry.

[punchedhitler]

I don't know what that means.

[flensing]

I did not mean-- If I had a garden I'd put your tulips and my tulips together.

[She takes a deep breath, sighing.]

It's nothing, monsieur.

[punchedhitler]

Tulips?

Sorry, I think....I think you're cursed into talking nonsense.

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[hexuality]

[Hello, Anna, this is your fellow waitress at the Blue Light. She doesn't know much French at all, perhaps a handful of words because she's been around Fleur, but she does catch up to her the next time they pass and murmurs,]

Trouble with your tables?

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[flensing]

[Help, Ginny, help.]

Yes, I-- Je voudrais vraiment voir la tête que tu ferais en me découvrant nu.

I think I should go.

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[hexuality]

[Yes, it really is a good thing she doesn't know very much French at all. 8| ]

What's the matter? [She pauses.] I mean, I could take your tables no problem, but—sorry, what's happened?

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[flensing]

A curse, I believe. I--

[Oh no. She can do this in English too, Ginny, no worries,]

If beauty were time, you'd be an eternity.

[She just looks sad and embarrassed.]

I'm sorry.

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[hexuality]

[She pauses, then grins.]

Thanks.

[And then she chuckles, shaking her head.]

Don't worry, I've had friends with that one before. It's a bit flattering, honestly.

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[worldofourown]

[Smirking.]

[That's all.]

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[flensing]

[She wavers under his smirking.]

J’aimerais être ton gant de toilette Please excuse me.

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[worldofourown]

[The smirks blooms into a laugh now.]

What a terrible curse!

[At least he assumes it's one.]

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[flensing]

[She looks really very sad about all of this, Karl.]

Yes, it is very-- T’as de beaux yeux tu sais [Mortifying, upsetting, etc.] Inconvenient.

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[worldofourown]

[Anyone's sadness is this bastard's amusement.]

So I see.

[Smiiirk.]

Vos yeux sont plus jolies.

[chasestail]

[Her escape from the bar just might coincide with a small fox doing his errands. He hasn't learned much about not getting underfoot.]

[flensing]

[But she will feel so badly if she stepped on him... So she pitches forward and does an awkward little hop, gasping. She just barely catches herself and leans there, breathing heavily. It probably wouldn't have warranted such a reaction if she weren't already completely frazzled.

She glances down to see if the little creature is gone or alright, however.]

[chasestail]

[He's fine, just crouching down in full expectation of being punted half across the street. It wouldn't be the first time - his ribs won't thank him in human form

But he's fine.]

Yip.

(Hey.)

[She doesn't look like she is.]

Yip-woooo?

(Hey, what's the matter?)

[With either bravery or foolhardiness, he trots back to bump up against her shin.]

[flensing]

[She sinks down into a crouch tiredly, tilting her head at the curious little thing, lifting a hand to touch the tip of his ears with her index finger.]

Salut, dis je t’ai pas déjà vu quelque part? Oui c’était dans mon dernier rêve.

[She doesn't bother apologizing to him, she assumes he won't understand the ridiculous things she keeps saying.]

Hello there...

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[whitetwoguns]

Hey. Easy.

Not everybody speaks [is that French? He's gonna not guess in case he's wrong.] like that.

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[flensing]

It does not-- Were you in Boy Scouts? Because you have tied my heart in a knot.

[She can apparently be this cheesy in English too, and she makes a faintly upset noise.]

Improve the situation.

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[whitetwoguns]

[No. Words. Uh. Huh. Um. That's a curse though. He can tell.]

Open communication for...what it's worth helps. S'alright.

[Hopefully. It might be possible to die from embarrassment.]

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[flensing]

It is a very wrong impression.

[She doesn't want any of the attention it might garner. She just wants to do her job and go back to her campsite in peace.]

Tu n’as pas eu mal quand tu es tombé du ciel?