As much as Clopin loathed the heat, he'd ventured out into the sun today. He really fucking hated the fucking hotel they were staying in and he hated being in such close proximity to all the other students in this godforsaken program and he was fucking cranky, so sue him. He hadn't given up his dark-toned wardrobe in favour of staying cool though, and had instead opted for fewer, shorter layers than normal. A tank, his typical hot-weather leather vest, long shorts, boots and gloves did it for him. Wandering the hot streets of Harare had gotten tiresome and really fucking hot really fast, so when he noticed the chocolate shop he'd heard about, he'd almost immediately made a beeline for it. He could really use some chocolate, something to drink, and just to get out of this goddamn heat.

There were quite a few people milling about, mostly tourists, who, he realized had all made the stupid decision to go out in the heat of day. Well, he had as well, but if they'd spent almost a month with those moronic fuckers, they'd want to get away too. He'd looked for someone to maybe come with, but everyone he talked to had been busy so he'd just decided to fly solo anyway.

He'd been standing in line for about five minutes when someone shoved between him and the customer in front, and he was pushed back, jostling the person behind him. He made an audible hiss at the person's retreating back as he righted himself, then turned around to glance at the person behind him to decide if he was going to apologize or not-- or not because it wasn't his fault and he didn't feel like it so he'd only give the apology if he felt like the other person deserved it. The apology never left his mouth.

Berlioz and John EXEMPT ✔ Marie and Leroy  Rapunzel and Ravenna  ✔ Kiara and Meg  ✔ Shere Khan and Alice ✔ ✔ Peter and Roxanne ✔ ✔ Tia and March ✔ Clopin and Tulio EXEMPT ✔ Pegasus and Lottie ✔ ✔ Stitch and Dory ✔ ✔ Tiger Lily and Jessie ✔ ✔ Flynn and Lilo ✔ Cinderella and Kovu

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sug·ges·tion/sə(g)ˈjesCHən/ Noun: An idea or plan put forward for consideration.

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He looked at the clock. Duchess would be home in five minutes. He headed to the door. As he pulled on his coat, he heard soft footsteps pad up behind him. He looked down to find Toulouse looking up at him, confusion showing clearly on his round little face. "Mommy'll be home in a little bit.  Be a good boy and watch your cartoons. I'll be back soon, buddy." He said, stroking his son's silky red hair. He stepped out and pulled the door shut behind him.

Toulouse had heard his dad near the door and the jingle of his keys. He pushed back the blanket and got up, padding towards the door. He looked up at his father, nodding at his words. As he watched him leave, he looked down. On the floor was a single key. The house key. I'll be back soon, buddy...

John had to be honest, when he'd been captured, he'd actually been hoping to get sent to this cruise. But now that he was on the boat, he was having second thoughts. It wasn't the atmosphere-- this was definitely the nicest place he'd ever lived, hands down. It wasn't the food-- the food was unbelievable. And it wasn't the people-- they all seemed pretty mello, and the girls? Angels.

No, what had him riled up was when he turned every corner, there was some sort of personnel standing there. On each edge of the pool deck, in the hallways, even in some of the goddamn bathrooms. He felt like he was being watched, and his skin simply crawled at the thought. He was used to roaming wherever he pleased, doing whatever he pleased without any adult figures to tell him otherwise. He had a problem with authority, simple as that.

As it was, he wanted someplace, anyplace out of view of the personnel that practically patrolled the ship. He glanced around from the third floor of the main entrance, one of the many places he'd roamed looking for a safe haven. Nobody in sight. He gave a glance down to the first floor, and once he'd deemed it safe, he swung himself over the railing, bending his knees as he landed on a part of the second floor that stuck out. It was unnecessary, and he knew it, but there was no excitement here that didn't involve water slides, so he'd have to create his own.