her little bambi eyes + priv

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]She still had to find her own home and was quite excited to do so. But she wasn't sure which were taken or not and she sure wasn't going to go knocking on every door. That would be so embarrassing! She wanted a nice and small house, so it would be cozy and not lonely for her alone. Maybe some nice interior and a nice yard with a lot of flowers, a little sprinkler would be cute and a garden? She was getting ahead of herself. She had yet to even find a house! Carmen wandered around aimlessly, too shy to ask anyone anything unless they spoke to her first. She couldn't speak english fluently which was very embarrassing. She would have to get lessons! Who did she know that was very good in english?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]At the time, Marco was out on the porch, the calm, collected, and cool fellow taking a seat as his record player let some old tune fill the air. It sounded like an old French song, one called "Cherche la Rose," and maybe, just maybe, Carmen had heard it somewhere - who knows. Marco, though, definitely didn't. The German was there when she was accepted in however he hadn't talked to the femme since. What was the chance that she'd come and talk to him for some reason, anyways?


    By the woven chair he sat in on the patio was a little table stand. On that was a glass of beer, one in which Marco kept looking back on, taking a sip of and casually enjoying. Some German brewer - from the taste, he assumed maybe Bitburger. But he didn't get a glimpse of the label, so it was a mystery to remain unsolved. Seeing as Carmen was out apparently, Marco couldn't help but throw a glance her way.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]The beautiful sound of music floated into her ears and she hummed along, the song quite familiar. She followed the stream, knowing whoever listened to that kind of music had good taste. Her voice sang with harmony and she knew when to go low and when to go high. A gift, the gift of perfect pitch. She didn't like to sing in front of others though, she believed herself to be quite terrible.


    Once the music got louder she looked up and her bright green eyes locked upon Marco's and she shyly offered a smile before approaching him and the source of the music. "Bonjour monsieur. Tis beautiful music." She meowed as a compliment, closing her eyes and listening joyfully.