Here is our next installment of "Tardness". By ours, I mean myself and my partner in crime and collaborator: aloserinthebackofthemathclass! This is a short scene that we wrote together using our genius and retarded scense of humor! You actually have to think a bit on this one to understand it.
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Note: I don't own any character's associated with "Phantom of the Opera"! I wished I owned Erik! He is a sexy beast.
Tardness Chappy Deux: Français Table Manners
It was a lovely day in the neighborhood in which the Vicomte and Vicomptess de Chagny resided. Christine went against Raoul's best wishes and invited Erik to dinner to mend old wounds…Let's see how this one works out.
"Raoul, you are being so unreasonable," Christine chided. "He hasn't killed anyone in months." He turned and she coughed, "a day."
"Lotte--"
"What does Lotte even mean?"
"I'm not quite sure," Raoul admitted. "This thing does not belong here."
"He's not a thing," Christine said. "He's a man."
Erik, who had been hiding under the window at the time, celebrated quietly. She thinks I'm a man!
He snuck around the house and straightened his cape before ringing the doorbell. Christine opened the door. "Oh, Erik, what a lovely cape you have," she greeted. "Is it new?"
"Why, yes, Christine," Erik said. "Yes it is." He raised his left eyebrow.
"How is your horse?"
"Why, yes, Christine. Oh, wait, uhm, he is, ah, healthy as a horse?" Erik shifted his shoulder. She acts as if we're not sleeping with each other behind the fop's back. Christine had a bright smile.
They joined Raoul at the table. Erik politely set his wrists on the table. He coughed when he saw Raoul's wrists were not on the table. Raoul jumped and his hands were visible.
"Sorry, I was…preoccupied," he muttered. Christine stood and cleared her throat.
"Bon appetite," she stated clearly. Raoul removed his wrists from the table once more. Christine suddenly gasped. "Oh, dear, I think I left the escargot on the stove!" She disappeared. Erik glanced at Raoul. Raoul glanced at Erik before putting his elbows on the table.
"You have bad table manners, sir," said Erik. Raoul scoffed.
"I am the host," Raoul said.
"Whatever, Fabio," Erik smirked. "Where are your facilities?"
"That way." Erik ignored Raoul's directions and went after Christine in the kitchen. Raoul became very involved in his frog legs and did not suspect the wiser…Teehehehe…Bet you can guess what Erik and Christine are up to (wink, wink).
Yes, this was only funny if you understood French dinning etiquette. Reviews, please! Have any suggestions for an upcoming scene in "Tardness" let us know! Thanks, for reading!