[OPEN] Let me hear your voice

[seduceme]

Who: Christelle and anyone who might be moving past the language classroom during lunch time
What: Someone's stolen the Big Bad Wolf's phone and is setting all the staff ringtones to personalised moans
When: 17/09
Where: The French/Spanish classroom
Warnings: Annoying women transforming into her colleagues to make nsfw sounds into a phone. Most likely, this will attract some swearing at her.

Christelle likes to be creative when it comes to her pranks, particularly when dealing with Bigby Wolf. Given his rude dismissal of a date she'd arranged for him with a lovely young woman in the city, she'd filched his phone during one of their last conversations (i.e. she kept making jokes of his eating habits until he tried to punch her. Again.). Now that she's got some time between classes on her lunch break, she's going through his contact list and making custom ringtones for each of the staff, transforming into said person and practising making some rather inappropriate sounds until she's satisfied with one, saved, and moved on. She's even being productive, practising the noises while marking papers!

Needless to say, anyone stopping in will catch her as any of the other staff members pausing mid-moan to greet them, easily transforming back into her regular self. "Bonjour! Did you need something?"

Comments

[niepokonany]

[Really, Feliks just happens to be walking past the classroom, on his way to the room where the class he TAs for is held -- he's pretty sure he left a notebook in there that he needs for his homework.]

[But then he hears something, muffled by the door. A voice? A familiar one, he's sure. Actually, isn't that...?]

[He opens the door before he can think to stop himself, just in time to see 'Fai' with his head thrown back, begging--]

[And God, he can't even say anything, even when Christelle transforms back and greets him. He just stands there, wide-eyed and pink up to his ears, unable to process anything.]

[seduceme]

[She just stares right back at him, waiting for a response before sighing.] Mon petit ami, you 'ave a little something on your chin. [It might be drool she's indicating, tapping her own face with a gloved finger.]

[niepokonany]

[His mouth opens, closes, opens again -- nope, no good. He covers his mouth and chin with a shaking hand, trying to prevent any undignified squeaking sounds from making their way out. Unfortunately, this is a fool's errand. They're just, you know, smaller and muffled.]

[...Should he just flee? Would that make it better? He kind of wants to, but he feels rooted to the spot, and so, after a few moments, he pulls his hand away from his mouth.]

Oh my God, what? I. Um. I didn't-- uh!

[seduceme]

... Do you need to sit down? [She's starting to stand because she's not sure she's ever seen Feliks at a loss for words.]

[niepokonany]

[Yeah, he's usually not lacking those so much.]

[He shakes his head, still blushing furiously.]

No--I mean. I don't. I. Maybe? No!

[He still can't quite make himself move.]

[seduceme]

[Sighing, she comes over and begins leading him inside.] Sit down, Feliks.

[niepokonany]

[Usually, giving Feliks any sort of directions is like herding particularly uncooperative cats. But his brain just isn't working for the moment, and that allows her to get him inside and towards a chair.]

I--I was just looking for my notebook, I think I left it in the other room, so I should really just... go and leave and never come back oh my god!

[Yes, that was coherent and dignified and didn't make him sound like he was about to explode from embarrassment. Great job, way to people!]

[seduceme]

[She just gives him a long stare before casually taking on Fai's appearance again, dishevelled clothes and hair, red cheeks, etc.] Is this what's bothering you?

[No, gee, d'uh, but it's funny to watch him squirm.]

Funny brackets in Polish

[niepokonany]

{Sweet Blessed Virgin Mother of God, what did I do to deserve--}

No!

[seduceme]

You sure? [Okay, so she's got the breathy voice going too because why the hell not.]

[niepokonany]

[Maybe because you're going to kill the poor boy, Chris.]

No! I mean, yes! I mean, I'm s-s-sure?!

[seduceme]

[Shh, he won't die from this, 'he'll' just put a hand to Feliks' forehead to supposedly check his temperature.]

You don't seem sick...

[niepokonany]

[Fai can change his appearance (or what people see of it), too, but the moment Feliks thinks of that, he knows this isn't him. Because first, he promised. He promised long, long ago never to use his power against him.]

[And second, the instant he saw Feliks in distress because of him, the real Fai would have apologized first and started trying to comfort him immediately afterwards.]

Back off, it's t-totally not funny! I know you're not him!

[That's not just his stung pride talking-- it's a hint of all the hurt that's built up about this, externalized as anger the way he never actually could to Fai. Knowing who it really is can only be fanning the flames, too, all things considered.]

[seduceme]

[She just snorts and takes a step back, returning to normal and getting her cigarettes.]

And why do you think it distresses you so to see an image of your friend in such a state?

[niepokonany]

[GOD DAMMIT, right in the truth! He pauses about half a syllable into a rebuttal he realizes he doesn't actually have, forced to pause and regroup. His accent is noticeably heavier than usual when he's this flustered.]

Be... Because who wants to see their best friend like that?! And oh, my god, how is it even a little of your business?

[This is coming off a little to him as "I nailed the guy you only have eyes for, and now I'm going to mock you about your feelings!", so, if he sounds a little defensive... y'know.]

[seduceme]

[She continues to stare as she lights up, and after a long pause finally smiles a bit and comments:] Never play poker, mon petit. Your face is an open book.

[She then goes to her desk, crouching down to rifle through the locked compartment to bring out a bottle of vodka, pouring a shot and bringing it over to Feliks.] You know, you really should just stop this dancing around.

[niepokonany]

Yeah, I actually like, make a rule of that?

[Seriously. No ability to hide his emotions whatsoever.]

[He takes the shot and downs it, because why the Hell not? It's not like a teacher's going to poison him, and also this is feeling like a good moment to not be sober.]

No clue what you're talking about.

[seduceme]

Of course you don't, and my scarf is red.

[If it were the end of the day she might just let him at the bottle, but since it's still only lunch, she'll be taking that glass back.]

[niepokonany]

[There are people he'd consider lifelong friends that he hasn't spoken about this directly to, and won't. Christelle isn't even near the list of people who he'll admit it to, even when confronted directly.]

Um, did you want to get at something? 'Cause if you do, you can say it to my face!

[Also wow rude, he needed way more vodka than that to make himself forget it hurts!]

[seduceme]

Some'ow I 'ave the feeling even spelling it out for you would fly over your 'ead. Now, if you're done paddling up the Nile without an oar, I 'ave some work to finish.

[And more voices to record, sheesh.]

[niepokonany]

[No, he doesn't think he's done here just yet. He stands, fists balled up at his sides.]

What is your damage? Didn't you do enough?

[seduceme]

And what, pray tell, 'ave I done enough of? [Calmly sitting at the desk and resuming marking student papers.]

[niepokonany]

[There is only one thing stopping the reply from being "who haven't you done enough of?", and that's the fact that it would be blindingly transparent even by Feliks's standards.]

Ugh, forget it! But if you're using... ["His body."] ...using being him for anything he wouldn't be cool with, I'm gonna wish you never even heard of this school!

[seduceme]

I'm shaking in my boots- oh wait, I'm not wearing any. [Her voice is so dry it makes the Sahara Desert seem like the tropics.]

Cher Feliks, you would make better use of your time if you just went to your charming friend and mounted 'im on 'is desk in the middle of class. I'm sure it would be far more pleasurable to all parties involved. [Pauses and adds:] Though some students may need several sessions with the therapist to erase that image from their minds.

[niepokonany]

[He had been just about done enough to flounce on that note, and then she had to go say a thing like that. The blushing returns full force.]

I--I don't--

It's not like that!

[Oh god oh god oh god, why can't he just disappear right now?]