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In ze end, eet ees just a stupeed code-name given to me by an even stupeeder Brit.Related content
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See, things like this are why I get mad that South Park did not utilize the amazing character that is Le Mole...
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Merci, Vous parlez la langue? Or are you just one of ze many who find French both complex and intriguing. Because zere seem to be a lot of you.
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No, I just like the accent. I speak french, but I have a really white accent. I only speak Spanish well.
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Oh This does bring back quite allot of fond memories! -smiles lightly-
Ahh ha..
So that's where it went? Well I can't say I'm to impressed with you Christophe... I hope you are aware I expect you to dig it up for me immediately?
((OMFG
I LOVE THIS
WHY ARE YOU SO AMAZING?!
HOW IS IT EVEN HUMANLY POSSIBLE TO BE AS AMAZING AS YOU?! ))
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--Vacant stare, cigarette hanging half out the corner of his mouth.--
You want me to dig eet up?
Beetch do you know how much sheet ees in my backyard!? Vous Γͺtes fou! Dig eet up! VOUS dΓ©terrer! But good luck finding eet as I'm sure eet ees rusted to ze core by now. As well it should be.
[[I WHAT, BUT, HNNNGGGGG SFLSDJ THANK YOU <3]]
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-arises arms to the sky dramatically-
Oh for goodness sakes! I really don't appreciate this at all!
I'll have you know I was positively devastated for months after losing it, it belonged to my great grandfather you know?
If I had known you had buried it... -doesn't finish the sentence and merely glares at you with a deep frown set in his face-
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--Mocks his actions, shovel still in hand rather than strapped to his back.--
Well, per'aps you shall not peess me off next time yes?! --Can't even remember what he did, just knows he was mad at Gregory and there for the action is CLEARLY just.--
Oh stop being a leetle beetch about eet, at ze very least you know eets location.
Besides I am not jumping a plane to America just to dig up some shitty sword from a grudge zat took place years ago.
What you are staring at me like zat for, stop eet before I whipe ze look off your arrogant face for myself.
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What on earth did I do? -raises his voice-
I never purposely go out of my way to irritate you, so why would you do this to me?
Oh don't you dare try and twist this around now, you have no right!
Why would knowing it's location help me if it's completely rusted and of no use?!
How dare you! It was not a 'shitty sword' It was a genuine antique from the sixteenth century!
-pauses for several moments as he takes it all in-
WHY AM I STARING AT YOU LIKE THAT?!
BECAUSE I'M COMPLETELY LIVID YOU TWIT!
(( Lool can I ask where they are right now? What country? ))
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Tch! I don't know, you pees me off! Zat's what you do! I'm sure eet was worsh' ze while eef I take your genuine shitty antique and shove eet into ze ground! Non, you tell me, why would you? You are ze one zat asks!
OH, I'm so sorry miss you have your panties all up in a tweest over zis zat 'appen forever ago!
--Leans on his heels, teeth gritting down on the cigarette that hangs precariously from his lips, its life almost completely drained as more ash and embers fall from the end and unceremoniously to the ground.--
Aw sheet, would you look at zat I peessed off ze fag, believe me I am shaking in my boots ami.
Come, Gregory, what are you going to do about zis? Break into one of your ravishing political debates on how I am a filsy 'wanker'?
Enlighten me.
Teach me a lesson, non?
--It's almost an invitation for the other to throw a hit, they used to bicker all the time back in the day, even get into a physical fight now and again, fights that Christophe usually dominated mind you, though it's not as if he ever went unscathed, Gregory was a limey Brit, and a paper pusher at that, but the guy could throw a punch. --
[[How about England? SLKFJ Idk.]]
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-huffs and drags his hands over his face and hair, rubbing his temples, in an attempt to calm himself down-
-quietly-
I really haven't the blindest blinking clue what it was I did, but I do know it couldn't possibly measure up to you taking something so precious away from me.
I know you couldn't give the slightest shit about it, but it sure as hell means a godawful lot to me...
-takes his eyes of the other and looks at the ground rather morosely.
Nodding his head up and down, eyes closed, not saying a word, as he listens to the continuous insults being thrown at him.
He turns his head to look at him when the question is asked, and for several very long moments just stares him dead in the eye, before replying quick and sharply, like a bullet being shot-
What exactly do you want me to do Christophe, huh?
Do you want me to teach you a lesson?
-takes a few steps back, and rolls his sleeves up to his shoulders not breaking eye contact-
What kind of lesson do you have in mind?
-not quite sure where it is all going, or even if he wants to fight..
He only knows he can't let this one slide, not again..
And if speaking his own language was the only way he could show Christophe he meant business,
then so be it.
No matter what the outcome might be at least he knew he could get his message across-
((Sounds good to me! ))
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Whatever eet was, zis is where eet has landed us, yes? So why are you still asking zese questions, clearly ze answer is lost as your sheety sword.
--Brings a gloved hand to the barely thriving butt, dragging out the last of it's life before tossing it to the ground to grind out with the heel of his tattered hiking boots. Quite honestly the situation could not be more inviting, the flare in Gregorys' voice was enough to suggest a brawl was to be had, which meant both would simultaneously teach the other a lesson.
As the orange clad Brit ready himself, so did Christophe, exhaling the held breath sharply through his nose, smoke billowing from his nostrils to cloud ominously around his face before dissipating up into the crisp London air.-
Would you 'ave eet in you? 'ave your balls finally dropped far enough for you to put yourself back into ze ring?
--Shrugs the rope off his left shoulder, letting it pool at his feet before taking up a stance that might suggest he were about to shadow box, fists raised to eye level.--
Hit me.
Je vous l'osez.
--The taunt is as non-nonchalant as they come, but no one fought like Gregory and Christphe the moment the two children were done beating the snot out of each other, surely they would pack up whatever baggage had come unraveled, stuff it back into their subconscious and return to sharp tongued jokes at the expense of the others country.--
[Yeeeaah : D]
[[Jesus Christ how do I Christophe.]]
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Yes I suppose it has..
-Rather sarcastically- Well lets keep this clean shall we?
-Breathes deeply and watches as Christophe grinds his cigarette into the ground with such eagerness.
It shouldn't have been a surprise to him, he knew how much the troubled young man always wanted a brawl, at the drop of a hat, for any given reason.
But this time he sensed something stronger.
He could almost feel the sheer joyful anticipation radiating from the other boy, almost hear his heart rate increase.. As he let his rope fall slack and drop to the floor while he readied himself.
He hadn't even noticed his own pulse quicken in pace...
And some air of excitement boil up in side himselfβ¦
The feeling of rage was replaced with something else entirly, it was more of an urge, an impulse to throw himself at the other.. To tackle him to the floor.
He wasn't even quite sure why anymore, could he really still say he cared so greatly for that sword?
It was as Christophe had stated, so many years ago, and he had long since had it replaced with a new, even prouder one.-
Yes I believe they have..
-He looked up to the other, arching his eyebrows, the hint of a smile creeping its way into the corner of his lips, he ran his fingers through his hair-
I suppose I will give you what you want then?
-he whispered while he tightened his fist, and then quickly before he himself had time to think, socked the other in the face, hitting his right cheek hard-
((Sorry what?! Was that a question? Cause if so I think you know the answer.. Bloody brilliantly ))
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Clean?
--He mimicked silently with his mouth, unable to help the way its corner twitched upward to briefly flash his opponent the beginning of a smirk. Clearly the other had forgotten who he was talking to.
How could he have been any less eager, it practically seeped into his words, not that he'd gone so long without a good scrap however, Christophe lived for proving to others just how capable he actually was. Especially out on missions, it wasn't enough to win, the opponent had to be beaten and bloodied into the dirt below.
No, the reason was not that, more so, it was that he'd not fought with Gregory in several years time, sure there would be the occasional harassment through Email if only to tease the blondes nerves, physical contact had been completely lacking, however, and so the thought of cracking his old friend over the head was far more appealing than it normally should have been.
It didn't go un noticed to the muddied up teen just how enticed by the situation his much more pristine friend had become either, sure Gregory preached being a proper young gent, and though he was not always one get suckered in by Christophes pleas for a sparring match, it's not as if it never happened, either.
Infuriating as that little smile resting against the Brits mouth was, it managed to coax the beginnings of his own to finally crack into a full blown grin, taunting the other right before he felt the sting of the blow finally delivered. Finally.
Involuntarily, a fairly shocked cry managed to break from his throat, quickly muffled however when he reel back, gritting his teeth.
The response was almost immediate, tilting his body to the side so he could kick his left leg up off the ground and deliver a quick hit (Well, kick) to the others chest in attempt to knock him back. --
[[SDFLSKDFF<3<3<3]]
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//>mission shit
>all of my laughter
This is absolutely amazing. I love this. all of my love.
Also, I absolutely /love/ the style 
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[[ |D <3 Glad I could make you laughe.
Aasdljk ;u; thank you!!!]]
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//asdfghjkl You;re welcome ;w; //
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That isn't very nice
(( Sounds Like The Most FUNNIEST THING I've Ever Heard ))
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[[|D THANK YOU SDFLJ HAHA]]
très vrai...
very true
(( Omg I'd Love To Do Something like That XD ))
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What sorta stuff have you buried?
(("Where in the blazes is my rapier?" XD Awesome!))
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Lots of zings; Toys, jewelry, text books, people, electronics, paper work, etc etc.
[[Hahah, thank you. xD]]
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...Have you ever buried anything of mine?
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...--Glances up as if thinking.-- I can't recall, eef I did eet must not 'ave been too fucking important to me to remember, you maybe, me, non.
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You are perfectly welcome to dig around back zere for yourself, but I doubt you find anysing zat ees even remotely interesting, eets all a bunch of stupeed peoples stupeed sheet.
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