[x] “If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe, I’d been married long time ago. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe?” DO A HOEDOWN.
Okay, now what? You never really thought of a plan to put into motion, and now you’re just standing here thinking of some way you can introdu-
Hey, is that a fiddle?
You notice a fiddle laying atop a pile of miscellaneous objects of no importance to you at this moment and you reach out to snatch it up. Flandre reacts to this and speaks out for the first time.
“Hey, that’s my violin…!”
Nuh uh lil’ lady, this here’s a fiddle.
You ignore the fact that she’s now on her feet and ready to tear your head off and you a little play a little tune on the fiddle without tuning it or anything.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2QSBGL-h18&feature=related)
You’ve completely captivated Flandre at the ease and style of which you play and she just stands there in awe at your musical talent. What? You were the fiddle champ back in the day! You’re particularly enthralled at how your audience is enjoying your music (Val is actually still hiding under your hat) unlike most kids nowadays who scoff at your music and go back to their hippin’ and their hoppin’ and their bippin’ and their boppin’…but you digress, you have fiddlin’ that needs doing.
Flandre starts clapping excitedly to the beat and you start to play faster and faster as her smile gets wider and wider. The music is fast, frantic, and exciting as Flandre is now doing some kind of excited dance of her own (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oT4TiNxipBI). You wouldn’t exactly call it dancing but, bless her little heart, she sure is trying. You finish playing and Flandre claps enthusiastically at your performance.
“Wow! I didn’t know violins can sound like that!”
Well, this isn’t a violin, this is a fiddle.
“What’s the difference?” Flandre asks timidly
Well, “The violin sings, the fiddle dances!”
You slap your knee and Flandre laughs delightedly at your joke. Hmm, speaking of dancing…how about a hoedown?!
“Hoe…down?” She tilts her head curiously at this word and you smile to yourself.
“It hadn’t been from Cotton-Eyed Joe, I’d been married long time ’go.
Where did ya come from, where did ya go? Where did ya come from Cotton-Eyed Joe?”
You start stomping your foot on the ground to the beat, but right before you start to play, you hear Sakuya’s inquisitive voice from behind you.
“What’s going on here? Where’s the music coming from?”
Why hello there you purty young thang you. May I have this dance ma’am?
“Dance? What are you talking about??”
You hand the fiddle to Flandre who immediately starts to belt out a rather decent tune. Wow, she’s a natural!
You hold out your arm waiting for Sakuya to take it and dance with you. Predictably, she doesn’t take it and starts to back away once she sees how insane the situation has become.
“No, wait, stop…!”
You refuse to be denied this dance by no one no how! You wrap your arm around hers and drag her into the room where you begin to swing and guide her around the messy room (which coincidentally is clean in the center, enough so that a group of people can all at once). You penetrate her perfect maid barrier and she succumbs to your wily southern charms as she doesn’t resist your movements. You can tell she isn’t used to this kind of dancing (you would assume she’s a ballroom dancer if anything) as her movements are restrained and awkward. Her face is a lot more emotional than it usually is now that she let her guard down and she shows obvious frustration at your method of dancing and the music being played. She, like Flandre, adapts quickly and soon she’s dancing the night away to the music with a slight smile on her face.
Now you loving dancing and all, but this isn’t much of a hoedown if its just you and Sakuya dancing to Flandre’s fiddling, if only there were more people…
“STOP! YOU VIOLATED THE LAW!” A tiny voice cries out in protest at your spontaneous hootenanny.
Oh? Who is this?
You see three little fairy maids standing at the bottom of the staircase with badges on their right arms, hands on their hips, and discontent frowns on their faces.
“Who are we?!” shouts the first fairy.
“We are the…” the second fairy says while the three of them move into poses.
“
FAIRY!” Says the third in a deep voice.
“Maid…” Says the second in a quiet, tired voice.
“Brigade!!” finishes the third with a gusto.
They hold their pose, expecting a wave of “oohs” and “ahhs” at their introduction, but all they get is silence as Flandre has stopped playing and both you and Sakuya have stopped dancing to look at these intruders.
Fairy 1: “We patrol the mansion as a first response team for danger and rule breaking…and you are
clearly breaking the rules!!”
Fairy 2: “You cannot create a disturbance when in close proximity to the library…and yeah….”
Fairy 3: “
FAIRY!”
Wait, we’re next to a library?
Fairy 1: “That’s right wrongdoer! You are disturbing Lady Patchouli and keeping from her studies!”
Fairy 2: “Therefore, we have to do what we always do when accusing someone of breaking the rules and stuff…”
Fairy 3: “
FAIRY!”
Fairy 1: “Exactly! Rule you guilty regardless of your…Lady Sakuya?!”
It seems like the fairy leader (or you assume to be the leader) has just now noticed Sakuya standing there right next to you. You can see her face is as emotionless as ever as she stares at the three little fairy maids.
Fairy 2: “Well…didn’t see that coming.”
Fairy 3: “
FAIRY!”
Fairy 1: “S-she’s right, shouldn’t you be punishing this man for causing all this commotion instead of dancing with him?!”
“Who said I was dancing?” Sakuya replies with a cold viciousness in her voice.
Fairy 3: “
FAIRY!”
Fairy 1: “T-that’s a good point, how can you call yourself the perfect and elegant maid when you…”
Sakuya crosses her arms and scowls visibly at the fairies. The three fairies are now visibly shaken at Sakuya’s threatening glare and hold each other in fear. Oh shit…you have to do something or bad things will happen. Hey, how did this problem arise? From dancing. How will you solve this problem? By dancing!
Hey, you lil’ ladies wanna dance with us?
You nod at Flandre who starts to play another upbeat tune and the place gets lively again as you do a little jig on the spot. The three fairies look at you suspiciously and huddle together for a group discussion.
Fairy 3: “
FAIRY!”
Fairy 2: “Excellent observation, we can’t get scolded by the mistress if we were dancing under the watchful eye of the head maid…”
Fairy1: “Alright! It looks like years of scrutinizing our peers has finally paid off! Let’s go have some fun!!”
The three fairies break the huddle, turn towards you, and curtsy to show their acceptance of your offer. They join in the hoedown, but their movements are uncoordinated as well but this time due to a lack of experience instead of not knowing the style of dance. They slowly start to get into the rhythm of things and they fully join in the revelry.
“SAKUYA!” A loud indignant voice rocks the room at an impressive volume, followed by a series of pitiful coughs, comes from the direction of the staircase. There stands a purple haired lady in Pajamas breathing heavily as if she became overly exerted from shouting and stares at you and Sakuya with bloody murder on her mind.
“Dammit! What the hell are you doing causing such a ruckus outside the library?! You were supposed to prevent loud noises from entering the library, not help instigate it! What do you think you’re doing you…you…” She breaks into a fit of coughing before finishing her sentence. “
Padster!” And then she starts to cough and wheeze some more after getting that final word out of her.
A series of gasps erupt from the three fairies as they stare at their master for her reaction. Sakuya didn’t look really effected by this person’s word at first, but when she said “Padster,” you see Sakuya visibly blanch.
Wait, what the fuck is a padster?
“She pads her chest because she’s insecure about the size of her breasts.” The purple-haired lady sneers in contempt as she breaks into another fit of coughing. You didn’t pay a lot of attention to Sakuya’s bust (Yuuka has enough bust for you), but you remember Sakuya having a fairly decent sized pair. You sneak a peak at her chest and it seems a bit larger than you remembered it…
“What’s the matter Sakuya? You look a lot puffier today! Who are you trying to impress, hmm?” This person continues to verbally berate poor Sakuya and she simply stands there and takes it silently. You notice her hands are quivering, but she keeps herself in check. Jeeze, was your little hoedown really that disruptive to her daily routine?
“YES IT WAS!” More coughing. “I’d kick your ass, but I don’t feel like I’m on top of the world right now. Marisa stole some more of my books, my asthma has been
killing me today, I can’t enjoy my reading because of the horrible sound coming from here (Flandre looks down at her feet in shame), and now I find out that the so called ‘Perfect Maid’ is not only doing shit about the noise, but she‘s also the source of it!” Patchy sounds absolutely irritated (and ill) over how poorly her day has gone.
Hey, she has no right to talk to Sakuya like that! She didn‘t help you start the hoedown, you did it by yourself!
“Good for you! What, do you want a medal or something? I’m gonna go back to the library, so please keep it down to a respectable level. Like completely silent.” She mutters some more curses to herself and wheezes her way up the stairs as she floats away out of sight.
Everything is now silent as the three fairy maids slowly tiptoe their way up the stairs and out of the basement as well.
Now you’re left in an awkward position with Flandre holding onto the fiddle with a sad look on her face and Sakuya looking downward, trying to contain all the emotion probably. You try to apologize for having her get scolded like that, but she quickly reaches into her apron pocket and retrieves a small bag which sounds like its full of coins.
“Here, I was to give this to you when you earned Flandre’s trust.” She holds the bag out to you while still looking downward at the ground.
“Its an allowance for Flandre to spend while in the Human Village. Please make sure she spends it wisely.”
You take the bag and try to look at her face, but she turns her head when you do. Jeeze, is having someone find out that they pad their chest really such a terrible thing? You’re sure women do it all the time! You once again try to apologize to her, but she just tells you to go.
But…
“Just go…”
[x] Tell her that you like her breasts the way they are.
[x] Uh, okay. Bye.
[x] Don’t say anything to her, just grab Flandre and walk out of there silently. Some people find solace in solitude.
[x] Go back and open that freezer.