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magsrosetouchard:

“Not a word.” Mags chirped with a good deal of forced cheer, adjusting the annoyingly large elf hat perched on her head and resisting the urge to scowl. “I was trying to do something nice for the little kids, and now I’m sweating like a sinner in church and regretting my choices.”

“Not even a good word?” Véronique shot back with a wide beam, her eyes wide with excitement as she let her gaze roll over the other’s very festive ensemble. “You look so cute! Where might I sign up for the elfish clothing?”

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vance--b:

“I am not drunk, you are just blurry..” 

“Vraiment maintenant?” Véronique offered back with a slight lift of brow, listening to the noticeable slur in the other’s tone. It seemed to early to be drinking, but Véronique supposed that was because she wasn’t the kind to drink in excess very often. “Are you feeling well?” 

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georgie-mayes:

Georgie gave a smile and shrug. “It can’t be that hard to find, so long as its not a car paint. It’s an old coloring.” 

“Old,” Véronique seethed in disappointment, before she perked again, the temporary shift of mood hardly noticeable. “I hope you might keep an eye to the ground for me, then! I truly adore the color.” 

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matthewdrake:

He grinned down at her in amusement. “I never forget about breaks from school work, Ronnie. How could you?” He gave a small pat to her head in comfort. “That’s very tempting but my family would never let me leave home early for a trip. They crowd me when I’m there.” With his curiosity peeked, “What kind of character?” 

“All of the times blends together!” She exclaimed with a piqued tone, as if she were defending her own honor in all seriousness, despite the ever widening smile on her face. “Tell them that it is an emergency! France in the winter months is...Trop beau pour l'anglais,” She joked. “The...zany kind? What do you say here? Odd? Quirkful? Quirky, I mean.” 

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thaliadelarenta:

“I don’t want one, French Girl.” Thalia shot back, shoving the pamphlet she’d just been handed back in the blonde’s direction. She didn’t have the money for charity. Or the desire to help anyone but herself, frankly.

Véronique listened to the girl spit back a response, her eyes widening as the other spoke. Gingerly taking back the little foldable that she’d handed Thalia’s way, Véronique’s tone dropped significantly. “I am sorry to have...bothered you. Joyeuses fêtes.”

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lili-lennox:

Lilian offered a beaming smile to Veronique, thinking silently about the holidays spent in their home of France. “Il n'y a rien comme Noël en France.” Christmas was always a special time for Lilian –– The many gifts were usually her last thought, rather, she always enjoyed this particular time of year because both of her parents had time off from their jobs. “J'ai encore du shopping à faire. Vous voulez vous joindre à moi quand vous êtes libre?”

Véronique was doubly pleased to turn and find the young woman she’d bonded over French heritage with a month or so prior, her beam widening as she answered back in her native tongue. “Je serais heureux de vous rejoindre!” She exclaimed. “Pour qui fais-tu des courses?”

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hunter-zaccadelli:

Hunter was on his way to the apartment complex when he found his neighbour in the way, so together they headed there. He stopped his steps when Veronique did too, in watched in the same direction as her. Christmas decorations could be seen everywhere already and as every year it and made him feel a bit homesick; he believed he’d go to Chicago but still, he didn’t have the money to buy everyone there a present. “Not really, I’m not one to buy presents. I only receive them so be sure to buy me something nice.” He joked. “So you’ll be in France for Christmas. Must be nice.”

‘I am not a very good gift giver!” Véronique claimed as she sidled up to a booth to eye a collection of hardcover books that had been turned into clocks. Gingerly picking up the Catcher in the Rye clock, she turned to face Hunter with a smile. “But I love it anyhow. What would you like, mon amie?” She inquired before answering the question he’d asked with a fevered nod. “Oui. My aunt would hardly allow me to skip a holiday even if I wished to. Are you going home as well?” 

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siennavitali:

Sienna had been eyeing a jewelry booth when the soft voice appeared beside her. She eyed the girl curiously, but decided to answer anyway. “I haven’t which is why I’m here to find some gifts to send home.” 

The accent lacing the other’s tone was clear. Not French, like hers, but the girl wasn’t an American, either. The Italian dialect was strong and Véronique was always delighted to meet someone else that wasn’t from California. “Where is home? Italy, I presume, but--I have quite a load of gifts to send home to Paris myself.” 

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stellabelmonte:

Veronique, with her apartment down the hall and her friendships with Lydia and Gabe, was impossible to avoid, despite Stella’s best efforts. There was nothing wrong with the French exchange student, but much like her pork chop pet owning best friend, Veronique was…too much. “Not a goddamn bit of it. I have too many gifts to buy, which is ridiculous considering this time last year, I had like…one friend.” 

Véronique waved her neighbor off with a short, tinkling laugh, her loose blonde curls swaying as she shook her head. “You are very funny, Stella Belmonte.” The French girl intoned, a beat of pause before she continued. “Who are you going to begin with? I would be delighted to help you.” 

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“This Christmas is certainly much warmer than the Christmas I am about to have back home,” Véronique commented to herself more than anything as she glanced around Greek Row, eyeing the set up of booths here and there that had little holiday themed gifts and such available for purchase. She still had to get Anastasia and Milou something, she mused before speaking aloud again, this time turning to the presence she felt at her side. “Have you finished your holiday shopping yet?” 

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evie-wintersx:

Evie was used to extravagance– the luxury of the holidays and all the traditions that came along with it. Being away from home, the lead up hadn’t be quite the same, but there was one thing she enjoyed at that was the quirkiness and yet homely event of the winter wonder fest. There was a certain time of year that the golden haired girl saw the beauty in and that was fall transitioning into winter. She liked the darker days, and the chill in the air– the lead up to the holidays, the change in the leaves and the coffees filled with cinnamon. She had an agenda in her head of where she wanted to explore, but the one place she had in mind first was to endure a large cup of hot coco. Slipping into the line, she turned her head for a second before feeling her shoulder collide into someone else. Twisting her head around as her eyes widened she shook her head back and forth. “I am so sorry, are you alright? Did I spill any of your drink? Atleast let me buy you another..” She insisted, a small smile approaching across her face as she shuffled forward in the crowd. “Marshmallows?” 

Véronique absolutely loved the holiday season. The cheer, the togetherness. Despite the fact that her little family was broken and far from traditional, Anastasia always put her best foot forward when it cam to giving Véronique a good Christmas. With her aunt’s efforts, Véronique always found the holiday season pleasant, despite the lack of...wholeness in her life. Naturally, that meant she was always ready for the festivities that came with the holiday, the Winter Fest included. The school’s stab at an inclusive winter themed shindig was right up Véronique’s alley, from the reindeer rides to the flavored cocoas, which she was quick to indulge in, on her second glass now--that is, until the collision. “Oh! Oh, do not worry.” Véronique reassured, shaking her head gently as she wiped the back of her cocoa covered hand on her Gucci dress. “Raspberry, actually the best of flavors, in my opinion. But I will not turn down a free cocoa regardless.” 

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matthewdrake:

“I was born ready to get down and dirty.” He smirked at his own joke before focusing back onto the small girl beside him. “In all seriousness I’ve never made pottery before. It’ll be cool to try it out. Once I get back home for break I’ll be very bored.” 

“Break,” Véronique hissed oddly, as if she’d forgotten about the incoming and temporary halt to the school year. “Je suis un imbécile, I completely forgot.” She started once more, letting her forehead drop against Matthew’s shoulder in a dramatic show of shame. “I’ll have to start looking for airfare soon. If you are so afraid of being bored over your break, you are more than welcome to join me in Paris for the holiday season. My aunt is...how do you say...A character?” 

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georgie-mayes:

“No worries.” As she eyed the tiny girl, she noted that even just grabbing her wrist may break her. Then again looks could be deceiving. “Thanks, she’s in her factory correct color of Plum Crazy.” 

“Plum Crazy?” Véronique repeated, a smile lighting up her face as she did so. “What a silly name for a color. I like that very much. I think I might have to find such a color so that I may paint everything I own the very same.” 

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armstrcngr:

Oh fuck. Buck knew he fucked up when the girl looked like a deer in headlights. He’d probably never get used to how sensitive people are in this college. Back home people had way tougher skin. But even by this college’s standards that was weird. Poor thing looked like Buckley had just stabbed her mother in front of her, bless her heart. “Relax, you didn’t offend me. It’s just weird to see someone so sprightly this early in the morning.” Or to put it in her language; Buckley is a salty connard.

Still, Véronique felt like she was in the wrong, despite the fact that she couldn’t think of a reason why she would be in that position. Even though he switched paces and reassured her that she’d done nothing wrong, Véronique felt herself slink back mentally, retreating into what she thought might be a more cautious route of conversation. “I will try to be less...” Veronique mulled over the word in her head for a moment before pronouncing it was heavy, French coating. “Sprightly in the future.” 

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thaliadelarenta:

“What is this?” 

“Oh! A informational paper about the Winter Festival that is approaching. They have to be distributed so that students and such will have time to gather their charitable contributions before they arrive.” 

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vance--b:

Shrugging her shoulders at the blondes response her eyes darted to the drink, noticing the bright colour content and the umbrella and cherry on the side. She wasn’t completely sure what it was, but she was sure it lacked alcohol contents. “Sure..” She spoke without haste, taking a large sip from the straw, instantly tasting the sweetness of the concoction. 

“I hope that drink was not very strong,” Véronique offered back as she saw the young woman take a pull from the beverage she’d just turned down. She’d hardly feel very good if she’d convinced the other to partake in a drink that was too much. 

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matthewdrake:

He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at her choice of words, “Be careful, Ronnie. Someone will think you’re talking drugs not dishes.” Regardless he placed his arm over her shoulders and motioned her onward. “Let’s go! You’ve got pottery to teach me. My mom would be proud.” 

“Pour la honte, Matthew!” She gasped with a hint of dramatics, sinking into his side as she started forward, her much shorter, much smaller arm snaking across his back to propel him forward as well. A feat that, of course, was difficult when he was nearly a foot taller than her with probably seventy or eighty pounds on her as well. “I would never,” She joked, taking a moment’s pause as they started towards the Melrose Studio. “I hope you do not mind getting your hands dirty, cher garçon. Sometimes I feel as if it takes days to wash the clay from my hands.”