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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 24, 2008 0:13:19 GMT -5
"My curtains are celadon," she snapped. "And why would I be thinking about dinner yet? I just finished lunch. And unless I'm very much mistaken, you should be having breakfast since you just got out of bed, shouldnt you?"
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 24, 2008 0:16:59 GMT -5
"Celadon, shmeladon" he wasn't sure where he would have heard this way of talking, but it fit him, so he used it "they're lime green and atrocious."
He tapped on the wall with a smile "I only ask about dinner, to see if you had anything planned, seeing as we have a new guest, we might go out for a change."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 24, 2008 0:20:26 GMT -5
"Oh, that makes perfect sense!" she cried sarcastically. "We have a new guest in our home, so to celebrate we'll get him out of our home. Very good idea, Wolfgang."
She didn't completely hate the idea, however.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 24, 2008 0:30:45 GMT -5
Hehe she called it our home
He grinned "So you want to cook for two grown men and yourself after working hard on those costumes all day? If you really want to, then fine, be my guest."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 24, 2008 0:42:25 GMT -5
"What makes you think I've been working on costumes all day? You think you can write a new opera and I'll just jump right up and start working on it for you?"
She'd actually already begun sketching, but she wouldn't tell him that.
"Where did you have in mind to go?" She leaned casually against the banister, as if she were just deigning to listen to him because she had nothing better to do.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 24, 2008 0:51:59 GMT -5
He smiled, he knew she was doing something, she's not the kind of girl to put things off.
"Well we could always go to Maxims or Le Petit Chef honks own horn."
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Apr 24, 2008 9:35:10 GMT -5
*During the entire conversation, Beethoven had been quietly putting away his luggage in the guest room, listening to the conversation with an air of amusement.
They sounded like an old married couple.
Once done, he rejoined them*
"I don't mind eating out, actually. Though you'd have to choose the place as I'm not quite familiar with Paris yet."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 24, 2008 12:08:12 GMT -5
"I'll choose then," Vienna volunteered immediately. She insisted on having control over some part of this plan. "But since it was your idea," she smirked at Mozart, "I assume you'll be the one paying?"
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Apr 24, 2008 13:11:32 GMT -5
"As generous as Herr Mozart is, I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Beethoven added, his smile something of a grin.
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 24, 2008 13:16:29 GMT -5
Vienna nearly laughed out loud as she awaited Mozart's response to this. Having Herr Beethoven come to stay had been an excellent idea indeed.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 25, 2008 13:11:07 GMT -5
Wolfgang gulped, he probably had enough for one fancy dinner in his pocket, the opera had yet to pay him ONCE AGAIN for the last couple opera's he orchestrated, so this time it wasn't his fault.
"Uh eh, sure, of course."
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Apr 25, 2008 15:18:53 GMT -5
"Splendid! So, Vienna, where should we dine?"
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 25, 2008 16:55:38 GMT -5
"Gusteau's" she answered immediately. It was the most expensive place she knew and she was quite looking forward to seeing how Mozart would react to the prices.
Retrieving her cloak from a closet at the end of the hallway and tossing it around her shoulders, she looked at them both. "Shall we then? Oh, I suppose we should probably wait for Herr Mozart to dress properly and comb his hair, shouldn't we?"
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 25, 2008 18:45:44 GMT -5
God dammit Gusteau's that pricey... he smiled sarcastically.
"Give me a moment."
**FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER**
"Sorry, I just couldn't' find anything to wear!"
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 25, 2008 19:37:09 GMT -5
Vienna rolled her eyes massively and took Beethoven's arm.
"I suppose it will have to do," she said, apparently to Mozart, though she didn't bother looking back at him. She walked with Beethoven down the stairs and to the door, leaving Mozart to follow along behind.
((I'm going to create Gusteau's now...))
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