"Am I?" Oh perish the thought if that were serious. As it is, Joly can't help but laugh a little as he's grabbing the ducttape at hand.
"I WAS rather hoping to channel my poor lovestruck friend. I think I need a bit more vacancy in my expression, but his vacant and my terrified are rather close in looks, really."
He does, in a way, but it also is not as if he knows exactly what he wants to say about that now. That he had missed her, and missed her still more, though he is glad that she was able to escape this world before she could be caught up it in it and harmed, that he had hated telling her the details of this world, but that she had noticed every time he'd tried to hold something back, that Bossuet was not with her because he was dead, at home, as Joly was supposed to be. It was all a lot of information he still wished to process before speaking on it, so he held back for now, though likely not forever.
"Ah yes, my ailes, what they call "wings" in English, sound remarkably like to 'l's, you see. One night not long after all nine of us had started meeting, someone, Courfeyrac, I think remarked that if I had an extra l, I would be Jolly, and that it probably would fit me nicely. Not to be outdone by that, Jehan, our poet, wondered why we must stop there when I could become Jolllly and soar. And soar, I think I've managed, usually." He adds, now gesturing to the duct tape at hand. "Now, shall we see what can be cured with this?"
Re: Venus and Joly [Closed]
"I WAS rather hoping to channel my poor lovestruck friend. I think I need a bit more vacancy in my expression, but his vacant and my terrified are rather close in looks, really."
He does, in a way, but it also is not as if he knows exactly what he wants to say about that now. That he had missed her, and missed her still more, though he is glad that she was able to escape this world before she could be caught up it in it and harmed, that he had hated telling her the details of this world, but that she had noticed every time he'd tried to hold something back, that Bossuet was not with her because he was dead, at home, as Joly was supposed to be. It was all a lot of information he still wished to process before speaking on it, so he held back for now, though likely not forever.
"Ah yes, my ailes, what they call "wings" in English, sound remarkably like to 'l's, you see. One night not long after all nine of us had started meeting, someone, Courfeyrac, I think remarked that if I had an extra l, I would be Jolly, and that it probably would fit me nicely. Not to be outdone by that, Jehan, our poet, wondered why we must stop there when I could become Jolllly and soar. And soar, I think I've managed, usually." He adds, now gesturing to the duct tape at hand. "Now, shall we see what can be cured with this?"