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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on May 14, 2010 17:14:41 GMT -5
Of course, Nicki could give two twits about women being ladylike; his sister had an illegitimate child by an American and often wore pants. He figured since he had known her only ten minutes, it was too early in their acquaintance to mention the fact that he had been in a revolution. It would sound a little too much like bragging.
"I think the reason our governments don't seem to last more than a few years is probably because we French are rather like cats: eternally either malcontented or disinterested," he joked as the warning bell began to toll.
"May I request the privilege of calling upon you sometime?" He knew that most of the local girls' schools had visiting hours. Parents often made matches for their daughters from a good distance away, and the school provided a chaperoned and proper environment in which to conduct the courtship. Though he hadn't any intention of courting her just yet, she seemed smart (and interesting) enough to at least talk to some more.
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Post by Nattie Petrova on May 14, 2010 18:41:55 GMT -5
Nattie gave her best smile and nodded slowly "Yes, I would like that very much" she turned her head toward the group of girls from her school who had slowly started making their way to their seats.
"Then it is good bye for now."
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on May 14, 2010 19:03:38 GMT -5
"Au revoir, mademoiselle la comtesse." He said, smiling, and moved off towards the grand tier to take his box.
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Post by Nattie Petrova on May 14, 2010 19:16:00 GMT -5
As she returned to the group of girls, the all seemed to be giggling and staring at her, a few asked her who he was, what was his name, all the normal questions.
She declined to answer and reminded them that the opera was starting and they should hurry to their seats. A few girls huffed and others promised themselves that they'd get the information from her somehow.
Nattie turned to watch Nicolas disappear with a smile as they walked.
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