<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/f8/69/4d/f8694d3a2bd7f1ca1e1f3e052c5c30df.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Ettiene Bonhomme (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9427792#msg9427792)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Dating Constance Maree Jeannie Beauregard (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9449326#msg9449326)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carriage from Marseilles<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Connie, Jacqueline, Monseur Chevalier, Claudette, Open<br/>*wearing (http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Janice-Fronimakis-For-Canali-Fall-Winter-2011.12-MaleModelSceneNet-01.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>He had found himself staring at the beautiful Mademoiselle Bouchard, nodding at her brief answer when Monsieur Chevalier, of all people, entered.  Ettiene half-stood up and sheepishly waved at the Head of House, stammering a small greeting at the man before sitting back down into his seat.  What unfortunate luck!  It was a rare thing to catch a ride with two professors, but thankfully, they didn't divide their duties by sitting on opposite ends of the carriage.  They sat together.  Hopefully, Professor Chevalier and Professor Washington might find the voyage to their satisfaction, and divert their attention away from their charges, and devote some time to themselves.  Ettiene did not quite intend to behave as a gentleman should, because alas he was very weak in the matters of Constance, and the treasure that lurked between her legs was always calling to him, like a sailor's siren.  He needed for the two professors to somehow hit it off.<br/><br/>"I will desperately try to keep my hands above the blanket, for I always try to be good," remarked Ettiene to Professor Chevalier with a grin.  He pushed his forehead against Connie's temple and pressed his nose against her cheek before very softly pecking her on the cheek.   "Is that not so, my Constance?"<br/><br/>Blurgh, she was hot!  The last two weeks had proven that she was the Queen of his Heart, and so many other things, too.  He lifted his hand to stroke the tips of her hair.  He especially liked to press the back of his hand against her bosom when it was layered by her long brown hair.  It was pillowy and cold, and the sensation infuriated him by making him desperate and keen to get nude.  But there would be no nudity.  There would be no fun.<br/><br/>There would be no fun and no joy and no happiness to be had.<br/><br/>Claudette clambered on board and clumsily fell into a seat across from them.  He leaned his head back, his jaw agape and he groaned.  By the seven broom handles of the three witches with the four cauldrons, was this woman designed purposely to vex him?  Now not only were his last inroads for indecency with his beautiful girlfriend barred, but they were barred by the most obnoxious female that Ettiene had ever met.<br/><br/>"Hello, Mademoiselle Touchet," he said mechanically.   "It is a pleasure to see you again.  I hope you had a good summer.  Kill me now."  He coughed and then searched his waist and breast pockets.  He seemed to find what he was looking for, because he instantly delved into the inside breast pocket of his sports coat and removed a small nautilus shell.  He set it on the arm rest opposite Constance.  It was his pet hermit crab.  The hermit crab didn't actually have a name.  He told Constance one ago that it was the smartest hermit crab in all of creation, but he (the hermit crab) had never quite spoken to Constance when she was sober.  And when it did speak during a bout of tipsiness, it wasn't very coherent.  But this can't really be said to have happened, and might have occurred in a dream.  Ettiene said that he often spoke to the Hermit Crab, but no one could ever tell if he was joking or not.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon, Mr. Hermit Crab," he said.   "Would you care for some soup?"