almost there.

They are stuck in my head 24/7

❝ yeah, I guess so- ❞ the idea of a business proposition from this guy felt a bit eerie, and they weren't sure if it was their current or past life alerting them of it. but even so, they can't pinpoint the devil in dog furs from either lifetimes so they pay it no mind for now, looking around and noticing that most of the people inside had been catered to and no real prospect of anyone else coming in. so they take a seat across from cruellius, apron still on in case they did have to get up off their denimed ass to wait some more. ❝ you sure it's me you wanna proposition ? I know I'm sort of manning the ship but I just work here … ❞

well, at least someone else got it. ❝ yeah, that … just all seems so weird. at first I thought I was losing it, dreaming about being a frog … don't ask. ❞ they were still trying to figure out why they were a frog for a duration of these memories, yet they weren't sure if it was all that they had suppressed or had unlocked. ❝ I know some people are really gung ho about it considering they're princes and princesses in that life but it's a bit heavy knowing that this isn't real … not really anyways. ❞ all a lot to take in. ❝ what about you ? you a prince or noble or grand creature of a magical forest - … ❞ they stop as their slight orleans' accent kicks in: it's been doing that ever since the curse was off. titian was slowing grabbing reins that alexandre had previously. they do gesture for the other to answer while they figure out which voice they were gonna use as they clear their throat. 

everyone else had seemed to have an easier time with the fact that they lived different … much different lives before pellar town. not for alexandre … or should they say titian. it was a bit confusing, and maybe the baring of their curse was that they had put as much effort into their modern life as they had their more … magical one so to say. it was a tug of war situation, as they felt this odd tether to both once it became apparent, each overshadowing the other the more they sat and thought about it … but one thing that seemed to be consistent: the annoying bonking of the waiter bell. whether they were alexandre or titian, tables needed to be served. with a breathy sigh, they push off the wall in the back, tying their black apron back on and grabbing their pad and pen as they swiftly take a platter of food to the designated table.   ❝ sorry for the wait: a bit understaffed at the moment …   ❞

❝ nice try, dude, but you're not getting another free sample of pancakes, flattery or not. ❞ titian, or at least as alexandre had seen this guy try and use their wink and charm to get freebies, which would have worked on some of the more impressionable staff, but they were a bit more seasoned and tough. however, today felt strange for them so maybe a freebie really didn't matter in the midst of all this. ❝ sorry … today's been a bit of a wreck … have you been uh … having visions ? or maybe dreams of a different life ? ❞ they were really trying to make an effort to not make it sound weird in case they weren't one of the people who were experiencing the change.

everyone else had seemed to have an easier time with the fact that they lived different … much different lives before pellar town. not for alexandre … or should they say titian. it was a bit confusing, and maybe the baring of their curse was that they had put as much effort into their modern life as they had their more … magical one so to say. it was a tug of war situation, as they felt this odd tether to both once it became apparent, each overshadowing the other the more they sat and thought about it … but one thing that seemed to be consistent: the annoying bonking of the waiter bell. whether they were alexandre or titian, tables needed to be served. with a breathy sigh, they push off the wall in the back, tying their black apron back on and grabbing their pad and pen as they swiftly take a platter of food to the designated table.   ❝ sorry for the wait: a bit understaffed at the moment …   ❞

whether in this life or the last, titian could tell what kind of customer they were dealing with just based on their dialogue, body language, and order: the gentleman they were currently serving was the type most restaurants would avoid having. he's painfully particular about his choice and frigid about service, so much to the point of forgetting that it was a human process, though they'd probably prefer it be otherwise if it meant getting proper satisfaction. ❝ right, right, let's see if we can remedy that for you.❞ old man. ❝ some had to call out … personal business or something. ❞ more like they were also dealing with the fallout of the curse, though some more severe than others. but it seemed titian's ability to man the stations like a one-man show remained. ❝ anything else I can get you ? ❞

Creole Gumbo

The Princess and the Frog (2009)

John Boyega in Mens Health