<div class="floatleft">(http://imalbum.aufeminin.com/album/D20130205/1990-02-wenn-vince-vaughn-861444_H110701_L.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdzm0psXDX1rlif9vo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Character Names (NPC):</strong>Abel Lemeux & Kenneth Baudin<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>3rd Year / Bellefeulle<br/><strong>Relationship Status:Single / Single <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Abel (http://www.geekalerts.com/u/workaholics-bear-coat.jpg) &amp; Ken (http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/lisafx/lisafx0506/lisafx050600140/205763-a-man-in-a-hawaiian-shirt-with-a-lei-and-straw-hat-holding-a-margarita-he-looks-like-he-s-making-a-t.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Marseilles Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong> Sept 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ettiene, Constance, Claudette, Jacqueline, OPEN<br/><br/></strong><hr/><br/>"Claudette, I know that you are trying to insult me," Kenneth said.   "But I want to tell you that cow manure is very useful in subsistence farming.  It enriches the soil and makes crops hardy.  Your insult is like a compliment to me."<br/><br/>"Bah, don't talk to her, Kenny," Abel said as he lay on the ground, pissed.   "She's the worst person in the world."<br/><br/>Kenneth raised his index finger to signal for Claudette to wait, and then he signaled it to Abel.   "No, she isn't the worst person in the world, Abel.  That is a very hurtful thing to say.  And what have I told you?"<br/><br/>"... words hurt."<br/><br/>"That's right, Abel.  Words hurt.  So what do you say?"<br/><br/>"All right, fine, fuck it.  Claudette?  I'm really sorry.  I'm so sorry that you are a horrible person who hates life.  If it weren't against my better nature, I'd ask you to go chase a snitch off of a building without a broom.  And you know what else?  Women find me adorable.  Look at these cheekbones.  They can cut glass.  These eyes?  Mysterious.  I exude mystery and sexiness."  This was ironic because he was lying down on the floor of the carriage, changing out of his bear jacket.   "And that girl that likes me, she isn't dumb, deaf or blind.  She's just epileptic.  And epileptic people can find love, baby cakes.  It's a progressive world.  They can even drive cars!  GASP!  And they can operate heavy machinery, too.  But that is all besides the point.<br/><br/>"Let me look at your bag, Ettiene!"<br/><br/>Ettiene let Abel look through his bag.  Abel took out Ettiene's designer sun glasses and put them on.<br/><br/>"How do I look?" Abel asked.<br/><br/>"Don't put on sunglasses inside of the carriage.  C'est tres gauche," Ettiene said, shaking his head, horrified.<br/><br/>"Jacket!" Abel hissed desperately.<br/><br/>"No!  You will stretch it."<br/><br/>"Ettiene... when I first met you, I thought you were one of the kindest people I ever met.  I was very shy and you let me be me, even though I can be a little weird.  I know I'm marching to the beat of my own drum, but you were very accepting and that was very nice.  You were also very giving.  You bought us snacks and you let us use your broom whenever we wanted.  You are one of those people that gives their clothes off of their back to help people.  So...<br/><br/>"For shame, sir!  When your friend literally needs your jacket off of your back, you deny him it.  I cannot believe it.  It's like, you go off in the summer and then you come back, and I'm like, 'where's my friend, Ettiene?  Is he here?'  And sitting in front of me is this facsimile of my friend!  The Ettiene I know would never do that."<br/><br/>Ettiene sighed and hurled the jacket down at Abel, who groaned painfully as the jacket hit him in the nuts.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 4pt;">"Thank you,"</span>Abel said.