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.... Hello, Pierrot.

- @sinner-no-5

A moment, before the sound of shifting leaves and creaking branches are heard. A few leaves seemed to fall into view, a hue similar to the golden boughs. And finally...

A larger form then Meursault was used to appeared fully into view, less human and with plant life clinging to their form fully. Leaves of the same color covered their shoulders and shaped like a halo over their head. But the clothing that is there is familiar upon first glance, almost identical to the Ringleader's.

Then a voice spoke, soft and almost tired. But it was the voice Meursault knew like second hand at this point.

"I don't blame you. I fear leaving this room due to nerves in turn."

Meursault walks forward, sitting under the shade of one of the branches. His gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

"Then, just my luck. An Anon had stabbed me with a Golden Bough, turning me into this." Was finally said, carefully looking at his own hands as he recalled the moment. "It will... Likely take a bit to revert me back into my old form. To have the bough removed properly."

Silence filled the air along with the scent of plant life, the gentle rustle of leaves, before Parker spoke once more.

A sigh.

.... Hello, Pierrot.

- @sinner-no-5

A moment, before the sound of shifting leaves and creaking branches are heard. A few leaves seemed to fall into view, a hue similar to the golden boughs. And finally...

A larger form then Meursault was used to appeared fully into view, less human and with plant life clinging to their form fully. Leaves of the same color covered their shoulders and shaped like a halo over their head. But the clothing that is there is familiar upon first glance, almost identical to the Ringleader's.

Then a voice spoke, soft and almost tired. But it was the voice Meursault knew like second hand at this point.

"I don't blame you. I fear leaving this room due to nerves in turn."

Meursault walks forward, sitting under the shade of one of the branches. His gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

I do hereby humbly request you speak narry a word of this to any... color fixers in thine vicinity, lest this horrendous secret get out. - Sincerely, a MOST VALIANT AND HEROIC FIXER OF GREAT AND TREMENDOUS IMPORTANCE AND GRADE!

Hello, Don Quixote of another world. Your manner of speaking is immediately recognizable, in spite of your attempt at remaining anonymous.

Simply put, I have been practicing culinary techniques since I was a young child. My expertise is the culmination of years' worth of trial, error, and building muscle memory. Since I assume you do not have multiple years to create this meal for your guests, I suggest looking up a comprehensive recipe and following it exactly as it is written.

I doth appreciate your advice… as I am inviting some, ehm, higher grade fixers than myself, I simply wished to make a great and heroic impression! Forsooth, this advice is very much appreciated.

Maman would make this whenever she had guests over. Aside from cutting up the vegetables, there is almost no prep work.

Over 24 hours have passed since this ask was sent. I assume you did not burn down the kitchen, or I would have smelled the aftermath.

It takes every ounce of willpower Meursault has to not make a comment about how the presence of roaches in a kitchen does not inspire faith in the quality of the dish. To do so now seemed cruel.