The Macaw's feathers folded evenly as its head turned slowly back to its previous attention catcher; The compact beside it holding the visage of the most beautiful bird to ever grace The Neath; Belladonna herself, of course. It sussed out the Stoat as possibly a cowardly dullard to whom the only compliment they could bestow is they were smart enough not to test her well treated talons.. Now if only The Stoats' attendant would follow suit.
"Charmed!" The Pupil controlled themselves as best they could but felt far too many teeth in the smile they presented toward The Socialite. "I am but an Undistinguished Pupil in these academic efforts," Keep humble. "But certainly one should always endear themselves to the fineries here and there!~" Their nose crinkles with the smile and they pull back a bit--
His coat, comment on his fine coat! "You know, I was just speaking to my Tailor -- fine chap -- they were telling me about a coat just the same styling of yours, apparently they are all the rage at the moment, especially with the right pop provided by your lax companion there!" In Ernest The Pupil had no idea what their friend really was talking about in terms of style, but they could pretend and then be impressed with whatever turned up looking good and wearable to them-- But with hope The Socialite wouldn't see through the bluff... If they kept talking then surely The Pupil's own attire wouldn't be sussed out as an apprentices' art project (A beauty to The Pupil, but surely it might be gauche and far too bright for The Neath... SURELY, gulp, it may come across as someone trying far too hard.)
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Re: Before Class
Date: 2025-06-12 11:47 am (UTC)"Charmed!" The Pupil controlled themselves as best they could but felt far too many teeth in the smile they presented toward The Socialite. "I am but an Undistinguished Pupil in these academic efforts," Keep humble. "But certainly one should always endear themselves to the fineries here and there!~" Their nose crinkles with the smile and they pull back a bit--
His coat, comment on his fine coat! "You know, I was just speaking to my Tailor -- fine chap -- they were telling me about a coat just the same styling of yours, apparently they are all the rage at the moment, especially with the right pop provided by your lax companion there!" In Ernest The Pupil had no idea what their friend really was talking about in terms of style, but they could pretend and then be impressed with whatever turned up looking good and wearable to them-- But with hope The Socialite wouldn't see through the bluff... If they kept talking then surely The Pupil's own attire wouldn't be sussed out as an apprentices' art project (A beauty to The Pupil, but surely it might be gauche and far too bright for The Neath... SURELY, gulp, it may come across as someone trying far too hard.)