This is ridiculous. Joscelin has been giving his friend his space for weeks now, but it's already August and he hasn't heard a peep from Jean-Claude since that disastrous party back in May. That is unacceptable. Has he been moping all this time?
Joscelin heads to the back of Guilty Pleasures and pounds on the door to Jean-Claude's office.
Jean-Claude is hiding away in his office, as he has been doing a lot in recent days. He has finished most of the business that was required of him for the evening and set aside his account book and his fountain pen, abandoning them at his desk as he'd moved to curl himself on the edge of the white sofa. Even with his legs tucked beneath him as they are, he still manages to make himself look elegant, in a moping sort of manner.
Turning to the door at the sound of the knock and Joscelin's voice, he contemplates pretending that he is not there. But he would not lie to his friend, and the truth is that he misses him. So after a long moment's hesitation, he speaks up to respond and say, simply,
Joscelin swings open the door, glowering at Jean-Claude. Look at him, elegantly lounging like some sort of tragic hero. He'll bet he even posed like that before granting Joss entry.
"Are you still moping? Christ Jesus, man. Pull yourself together. It's unseemly."
For Jean-Claude
Joscelin heads to the back of Guilty Pleasures and pounds on the door to Jean-Claude's office.
"It's Joss. Let me in."
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Turning to the door at the sound of the knock and Joscelin's voice, he contemplates pretending that he is not there. But he would not lie to his friend, and the truth is that he misses him. So after a long moment's hesitation, he speaks up to respond and say, simply,
"It is open, mon ami."
no subject
Joscelin swings open the door, glowering at Jean-Claude. Look at him, elegantly lounging like some sort of tragic hero. He'll bet he even posed like that before granting Joss entry.
"Are you still moping? Christ Jesus, man. Pull yourself together. It's unseemly."