Ahem, hello. My name is Alexander Marceaux. I used to work a government job in France. Now I don't. I work in billing at St. Bartholomew's Hospital in London. It would be great pleasure to meet you. [Independent OC roleplay account. Will roleplay with any fandom that I know of. Faceclaim is young Rick Wakeman. Please tag anything you want me to see as "alexandermarceaux". Thanks a million. (☞゚∀゚)☞]
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Frédéric Chopin - Preludium in E minor, Opus 28, No. 4
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fougasse, a french bread with olives and herbs: recipe here
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Alexander scanned over his new aquaintance, amazed out how such a young person could tackle a position like neurology. "Yes, I'm from France. Not born, but raised," he laughed, sliding one hand into his pocket casually. "Are you from the west? Your accent sounds a bit... westy."
'Vous êtes un idiote, Alexandre.'
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‘Hello, I’m Doctor Park or Chi if you aren’t my patient. Nice to meet you.’
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"Yes, my apologies. Sometimes I slip up," Alexander laughed, nodding in approval. As he looked to her, he noticed her exceptionally adorable nose. He said nothing of it, though-- 'Ce serait inapproprié. ...Pas vrai?'
"Living in France for so long, you forget that you can speak English sometimes. Even in the middle of a sentence." He showed off a warm, genuine smile to Molly. "I'll let you get back to your work though, I must be keeping you."
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Another boyish smile appeared on Alexander’s face. He never really got compliments that often. “I like yours as well.”
“Nothing I can think of right now,” he replied to Molly’s question, his bright blue eyes shimmering in the illumination of the hospital ceiling lights. “But, I’ll be sure to get you if I need a body to be identified. Or a gorgeous lunch date.”
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"Ah, hello! My name is Alexander Marceaux." 'Merde, un médecin. Ne pas foutre en l'air, Alexandre' his conscious yelled internally (yes, his conscious spoke French), he felt himself growing a bit nervous. Although, his confidence still showed through, as always. Alexander extended his hand, a mannerly smile on his face. "I work in the billing department. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
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‘Hello, I’m Doctor Park or Chi if you aren’t my patient. Nice to meet you.’
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"Alright then, Miss Hooper," the young man responded, a sweet, polite smile still fully intact, "I'll be sure to. À plus tard, Mlle Hooper."
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Another boyish smile appeared on Alexander’s face. He never really got compliments that often. “I like yours as well.”
“Nothing I can think of right now,” he replied to Molly’s question, his bright blue eyes shimmering in the illumination of the hospital ceiling lights. “But, I’ll be sure to get you if I need a body to be identified. Or a gorgeous lunch date.”
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