[ though it may be rude, Ludger doesn't look offended in the slightest. ]
I never asked before, but did you all get the profiles we received about each other? If you did, then you might have seen my page. The bit about me being an only child is true - Julius and I are half brothers, but he basically raised me.
[ he takes a moment to start rolling out the dough. ]
I was... five, I think? When my mom died, and Julius and I went to Marvin. But we've been living together ever since then.
[ he sounds a bit wistful. ]
Only child though, huh...? Are you close to your parents?
Je vois! I should consider myself fortunate that my parents remained together until the bitter end. Family dynamics can be quite complicated, can't they?
[What would it be like to have a brother? To have any surviving family? Lobelia asks himself these questions on occasion, but he rarely lingers on such thoughts.]
I do love my Maman and Papa dearlyโ more than anyone, in fact, though they are no longer with me. I have been alone, hm... since I was about ten, if I recall.
[ if he doesn't think about how Julius is also his cousin, It Doesn't Matter. maybe some of that internal conflict comes across in his tone and the slight downturn of his mouth. ]
Only every day. [hehehehe] But there comes a time when we must all wish our parents goodbye, oui? I have kept their voices with me all this time, so I'm not without their company... in a manner of speaking.
[You don't want to know, Ludger. You realllllly don't want to know.
Anyway, back to the pastries...]
Like this?
[They're looking nice and clover-y now, so unless Ludger stops him, Lobelia will move to slide those into the oven.]
...You're a strange man, Ludger, but a good one. Most people would rather not keep company with me. Ah, not that I hold that against them, naturellement. That makes you something special.
[ one, two, skip a few, and now they've got pretty good looking pastries! amazing what teamwork does.
Ludger just wipes his hands, a puzzled look on his face. ]
Does it? I'm just... taking things as they come.
[ he considers that for a moment - is it really good to just accept anything? but is there really anything else for him to do? he just feels like he's in limbo, in the grand scheme of things.
but moving on. ]
I'm pretty sure a lot of people want your company here - you're Mr. Popular these days.
Oh, s'il vous plaรฎt! You flatter me. I admit it's a bit รฉtrange having met so many I might call friends... ah, but I'm not complaining. There are good people hereโ much like yourself, Monsieur.
[When he isn't wishing the IRS on Lobelia, anyway. Lobelia looks over their handiwork, content with their efforts... but he pauses, staring at the pastries a moment longer.]
Would you think it silly if I told you I expected the oven to spontaneously combust?
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I never asked before, but did you all get the profiles we received about each other? If you did, then you might have seen my page. The bit about me being an only child is true - Julius and I are half brothers, but he basically raised me.
[ he takes a moment to start rolling out the dough. ]
I was... five, I think? When my mom died, and Julius and I went to Marvin. But we've been living together ever since then.
[ he sounds a bit wistful. ]
Only child though, huh...? Are you close to your parents?
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[What would it be like to have a brother? To have any surviving family? Lobelia asks himself these questions on occasion, but he rarely lingers on such thoughts.]
I do love my Maman and Papa dearlyโ more than anyone, in fact, though they are no longer with me. I have been alone, hm... since I was about ten, if I recall.
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[ if he doesn't think about how Julius is also his cousin, It Doesn't Matter. maybe some of that internal conflict comes across in his tone and the slight downturn of his mouth. ]
Do you miss them?
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Only every day. [hehehehe] But there comes a time when we must all wish our parents goodbye, oui? I have kept their voices with me all this time, so I'm not without their company... in a manner of speaking.
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........ Is this an audiomancy thing?
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[this is fine and normal]
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[ sighs.
... oh right they're making pastries ]
Here - put the butter in the center of the dough, and soon, you'll have a nice flakey pastry.
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[You don't want to know, Ludger. You realllllly don't want to know.
Anyway, back to the pastries...]
Like this?
[They're looking nice and clover-y now, so unless Ludger stops him, Lobelia will move to slide those into the oven.]
...You're a strange man, Ludger, but a good one. Most people would rather not keep company with me. Ah, not that I hold that against them, naturellement. That makes you something special.
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Ludger just wipes his hands, a puzzled look on his face. ]
Does it? I'm just... taking things as they come.
[ he considers that for a moment - is it really good to just accept anything? but is there really anything else for him to do? he just feels like he's in limbo, in the grand scheme of things.
but moving on. ]
I'm pretty sure a lot of people want your company here - you're Mr. Popular these days.
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[When he isn't wishing the IRS on Lobelia, anyway. Lobelia looks over their handiwork, content with their efforts... but he pauses, staring at the pastries a moment longer.]
Would you think it silly if I told you I expected the oven to spontaneously combust?