Log: Aurora and Walter Summary: Jean-Paul told Aurora that Walter had a crush on her. She in turn, goes straight to Walter and confirms it. It's all very grade-school. By the end of this, Walter has a girlfriend. PRAY FOR HIM. This totally happened... tomorrow. After Jeanne-Marie woke up in Michael's bed. (AND I THINK THIS ENDS MY "QUICKLY POST EVERYTHING BEFORE MY HIATUS" STUFF).
AURORA: Aurora had news! Actually it was more JP's news by way of it being Walter's news, but whatever, it directly affected her and thus! It was her news! And now she wanted to go and find the source of this news - but not before making certain she looked super pretty. No, not just pretty, she wanted to look like a slamming hottie. So, diligently, Aurora had actually brushed her hair so that it shone like silk, applied a little extra rouge and gloss to her cheeks and lips, and also made sure she had cleavage you could ski down. Happy with her effort, Aurora danced out of her room and down the corridor.
A couple of moments later (probably longer than it would have usually taken her, she didn't want to get her hair all windblown) Aurora stood at Walter's door and began knocking. More times than was necessary but whatever, she wanted to get her point across that she was excited to see him! "Walter! Walter! Waaaalterrrr!" If he didn't open up soon, Mlle. Beaubier would probably seriously considering attempting to kick his door down.
WALTER: Walter moves slower than molasses going uphill both ways in January. In Canada, even! When he heard the knock, he was deep in the pages of a book. Standing slowly and holding the book-- wait, he hears Aurora. The book is all but tossed onto the floor.
He swings the door open. No need for that few-inches-of-peeking, he knows who it is. "Hi!"
AURORA: "Walter!" She says a little breathlessly, swinging her glorious dark hair over her shoulder, and taking a deliberate step forward, "Salut!" She offers him that all too suggestive smile of hers, then throws her arms about his neck to give him his customary kiss on the cheek. A pause, then he gets another one on the other cheek, before she disconnects and leans a little languidly on the doorframe, "Where have you been, cheri?! Petite Walter and I have not seen you for ages." She means Her stuffed seagull.
WALTER: Two kisses! Walter wonders what she might need him to do for her. Whatever it is, he'll probably do it. "Uh, I've been here." He seems quite apologetic, like, Damn! Where HAS he been? "Not avoiding you. Hanging around Jean-Paul and working." That's pretty accurate, no?
AURORA: "Well! I should hope that you have not been avoiding me!" Lightly touches his elbow, "That would be upsetting, non?" He has met Jeanne-Marie, she wouldn't be surprised if he's avoiding her. People often got them mixed up, and Jeanne-Marie was a FESTIVAL OF FUCKING SNORES. "What are you doing right now, hmm mon cheri?" She peeks inside, thoroughly intent on throwing anyone out if he had company. If it's female company there would be smackdown, probably. Aurora is possessive. Sorry Walter.
WALTER: He takes a step back, allowing her to both look into the room and step into it. "Nothing important." Yeah, she must need something from him. That's all right, maybe he could breach the subject of being nicer to poor Jeanne-Marie. "And I would never want to avoid you." Walter grins at her, fights the urge to grab her by the hand.
AURORA: Oh, she wants something alright! Entering, Aurora glances around, happy he's alone. "Bon!" She smiles, "I am glad - if you ever avoided me, I think I would cry!" And she would find you, Walter. Oh, she would find you. "And now you can do nothing important with me! Because I have heard a rumooor about yooou." Aurora pokes him a little, getting a little giggly.
WALTER: No. No. It couldn't be! Someone has spread a rumor about him being actually a woman? Or maybe that he's actually a Sasquatch that turns into a human? Perhaps that he has a massive crush on Jared? --All false, of course. Vicious things, rumors.
When poked, Walter's shoulders move into a semi-protective shell, or you know, a shrug. "What'd you hear?"
AURORA: She wouldn't care if he were a sasquatch that turns into a man, HE WOULD STILL BE HER WALTER. "Oh just a little something from mon frere..." She offers him a suggestive smile eyebrows raised, and she takes a little step closer. "About meee." She doesn't want to do all all the work here, Walter. WHERE IS THE FUN TIMES IN THAT? Is she fluttering her eyelashes at him? Yes. Yes she is.
WALTER: Her brother told her... ah. Walter's face and ears turn a bright shade of red. You'd think he was allergic to confrontation. "He told you I like you." Like like. Well, that's embarrassing. He sees her reaction as sweet, maybe because she wants to let him down gently.
AURORA: "Oui! He did!" Aurora is beaming, now, enjoying the delightful shade of beetroot he's turning. "So it is true? Do you like me?" It's not shy, how she asks, and she puts her hands on her hips tilting her head to the side. She hopes it's true; if it's not she might have to go and beat up Jean-Paul for telling Outragous Lies. And maybe Walter too, for CLEARLY AND BLATANTLY LEADING HER ON. Or something.
WALTER: "Well, yeah." A big ol' duh! Of course he likes her! Walter looks straight at her, waiting for her to either punch him in the face or... something. Say something!
AURORA: Walter probably doesn't even have a chance to finish those two words, Aurora's arms are about his neck and she's showering him kisses, "OOH WALTER! JE' T'AIME BIEN!!" No, really. She likes you too. "WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND?! I know I have not asked mon frere but fuck him if he says non, I do not even care!!" Now you have lipgloss all over your face, Walter.
WALTER: How can Walter take that the wrong way? He puts his hands on her hips, (if only to steady her, honest!) "Yeah, yes, of course!" Please don't let JP kill him, please don't let JP kill him. A prayer to anyone that will listen. In Walter's case, it's probably a telepath.
AURORA: If her brother killed her brand new boyfriend, Aurora would probably punch him in the face then never speak to him again, ever ever ever. "Yay!!" She's nuzzling his neck...are they supposed to have sex, now? Aurora's kind of sketchy on the details, so she looks up, all bright eyes and smiles, one hand sort of possessively cupping the back of his neck, "What would you like to do now, mon amour?!"
WALTER: At least Walter would be avenged. Sort of. It doesn't matter now because she's looking at him like that. He doesn't answer her, just brings his lips to hers. It's chaste and by all means doesn't seem like something that is going to be the precursor to pants removal.
AURORA: And now it is Aurora's turn to blush - not from embarrassment, but from happiness; right now she feels like she is shining and glowing and her brother wasn't even in the room. "Mmmm..." Once the kiss is broken, she grins like the cat who's just scored himself not only the cream but the entire cow. "Well, aren't I glad that you are my boyfriend, hmm cheri?" Omg boyfriend. She's going to use that word a lot.
WALTER: Omg boyfriend! Omg GIRLFRIEND. He slides his eyes to the side, sneakily trying to not look at her for one freaking moment. Geez. "Gosh. Well. Do you want to go out?" On a date, all official like. Since she's his girlfriend now. Jesus-crap, this is serious!
AURORA: "But of course I want to go out!" She is going to show him off. Hold his hand, and call him her boyfriend and make sure everyone is looking at them. Aurora and Walter, Paradise Hotel Power Couple. She thinks this has a nice ring to it. Aurora flushes again at this thought and takes his hands, swinging them from side to side, "This is so exciting, non?! I have never had a boyfriend before, you know?!" Maybe there's good reason for that, but for some reason, she can't quite put her finger on what it is. "Where are we going to go out to?" She hopes there will be candles, like in the movies.
WALTER: Yeah, this is strange. There's a small voice shouting DANGER, WILL ROBINSON in the back of Walter's head, but he ignores it. He ignores it and even stomps on it a few times. Walter guides her out into the hallway, clutching onto that hand for dear life. "You've never had a boyfriend?" That seems hard to believe! Then again, maybe Walter hasn't been paying attention to some of the stuff going on here lately. Call it selective memory. "And we can go anywhere you'd like." Man, he thinks he's smooth for letting her choose.
AURORA: "Never! You are my first!" She offers his hand a little squeaze and steps a little closer toward him so their elbows are touching, "So I am in...how do you say...uncharted territory, oui?!" She laughs a little waving her free hand about. "Where shall we go? Hmmm..." Aurora decides she wants cake. "Would you like to eat something sweet?!" Oh, and she's refraining from being crude here.
WALTER: Walter is careful to walk at the same pace, to not step on her toes or crush her hand. He thinks she's some sort of delicate glass-girl. "I had a girlfriend, but then I blew up her Little Mermaid with a bottle rocket and that was the end of that." He was ten years old!
A noncommittal shrug, "Ice cream? We could get ice cream. Ice cream cake? Cake and ice cream." He's buying, Aurora!
AURORA: "Well!" She giggles, "I have no little mermaid for you to blow up so I can assure you, mon chou, you will not be getting rid of me so easily!" As if to proove this point, her fingers tighten about his own - oh Walter, you poor, poor boy.
"Oh! Oooh! Cake and icecream, s'il tu plait!! And ice chocolate milk! But I will let you eat the cherry they put on top because I do not like cherries." Isn't she generous?
WALTER: "That sounds wonderful." And may Jeanne-Marie's God strike him down if he's lying. Her tightening her grip on him doesn't faze him in the least bit. What is that feeling, is that impending doom? NO, it's butterflies in his stomach. Clearly.
"You'll tell Jean-Paul, right?" He's afraid that JP will find out somehow before the leave the hotel.
AURORA: "Mais oui!" She scoffs at his last question regarding her brother, though she does have the fleeting desire to run away with Walter to, like, Saskatchewan or something. "Oh! You know what we should do?! Go to his door with...what is that wedding rice? Confetti? And throw it all over him, yell 'SURPRISE!' and then makeout." She seriously thinks this is a good, exciting and clever way of telling Jean-Paul.
WALTER: The making out part, Walter's on board for that. "Well, if you think that'd be all right..." If she suggested that they take a bazooka to JP's door, he'd probably agree to that as well. "I just don't want him to be mad at me." He's tried to show Jean-Paul that he'll take care of Aurora. Hell, he even met Jeanne-Marie-- oh crap, Jeanne-Marie. His smile falls flat when his body catches up to his mind.
AURORA: "But why would he be mad at you?!" Aurora looks at him, all confused and a tinge bit curious. "Mon frere, he is not that scary, and I make a fabulous body guard, should anything go wrong!" Really she has no idea why Jean-Paul would be mad at--"Oooh, you two have not made out, have you?" She's narrowed her eyes now, and he's frowning. Oh sweet Mary Mother of Fuck has her New Boyfriend (!!!) already had a fling with her brother? Perfect. "Why are you frowning? Is that why you are frowning?" Her fingers tighten again around his hand.
WALTER: "What!" Ah! Walter is horrified! "No! He's my friend. I don't want him to hate me for dating you." Sisters are always off limits, right? That and Jean-Paul wasn't a fan of Julian... now that's coming to mind also. THE FROWN STAYS. "I was just wondering about Jeanne-Marie... and Julian... and what kind of ice cream I'd like."
AURORA: "...Oh!" Oh. Jeanne-Marie. Aurora pauses, and scowls; that bitch would surely try and steal her boyfriend. Try and convert him. Maybe even kill him with her boring Jesus stories. "I will take care of that one." She answers shortly. Aurora will make her stay away. "And as for Julian, oh do not worry about him; he and I, we were just--" she refrains from using the word 'fucking' in front of her New Boyfriend because this is not the sort of language one uses when one is in a Serious Relationship. "Playing games. Nothing serious, he will understand!" She is sure he and Jeanne-fucking-Marie will be quite happy together.
"Chocolate and strawberry." And just like that! The scowl is gone!
WALTER: Fair enough. That was simple and easy and kind of scary, so Walter smiles. Well, he's not frowning, at least. "Then that's what you'll get." Maybe he should be more worried about Aurora killing him. Either way, whatever Aurora wants, Aurora gets.
AURORA: "OH MON CHER WALTER!" She's pressed her side up against him now, looking adoringly up at him, batting her eyelashes suggestively, "You will be the best boyfriend a girl could have! Merci!" And off they go to have icecream and cake. Aurora will tell Jean-Paul later, maybe with fanfare, or maybe she'll take a page out of that Angelo fellow's book and hire a mariachi band. Or maybe she'll just drag Walter to Saskatchewan. Who knows. It's Aurora; she's spontaneous like that.