Paris, France.
It had been a long time since the previous incidents with Maynott being eager to kill the 'monster' of Paris.
Of course he was unsuccessful and ended up in jail.
Paris was restored to its fullest after repairs were made due to damages.
And people saw that the 'monster' was no monster at all, but a simple flea who adored singing, and music.
And, they accepted him, and his companion in the end.
Paris was back to normal once again. Or so one thinks..
-A Few Weeks Ago-
"Papers! Papers! Local establishment rises to top! National performers book performances!"
"Psst, Monsieur," a voice called out to the man as they tossed a coin towards him.
"Merci," he said in his husky voice as he caught it, and tossed the newspaper towards the stranger, walking away afterwards.
The unknown being read the paper towards themselves as their expression soon turned into anger.
"That blasted pest survived!" they said rolling the paper up breathing out,"No matter. Looks like I have to do everything myself!"
They opened the paper once more,"But, where is said establishment?" they asked themselves.
"The Rare Bird? Hmm, perfect~"
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"[ Name ]? [ Name ]?" A voice called out to her before hearing a faint meow in the next room.
Opening the door, they saw the feline sitting next to a bunch of regular size flowers, writing things down in a small journal.
"Ah, there you are. What are you doing?" They asked her as she put down the pen.
' Oh, hello, professor. I was just working on newer lyrics for a song, ' she signed.
"Have you forgotten about your delivery to Madame Maribel?" He asked her.
For the pass few days, [ Name ] has been working on her newly found side hobby of growing flowers.
She's recently partnered up with a old widow named Mrs. Maribel who owns a flower shop in the town.
[ Name ] shook her head pointing over towards the freshly cut daisies all ready for delivery.
"Hm, well ya better get those out to her, don't want to be late for your upcoming performance, now would ya?" The professor asked as he exited out of the room.
She lifted herself onto her feet as she carried the basket of daisies into town.
Walking along the sidewalk, she was greeted by everyone who passed by.
A baker who was holding freshly baked bread.
A woman with her two children who was astonished by her appearance.
And, of course, the local paper man who gave her a newspaper on the house as she recalled his words.
She soon noticed the fragrant smell of roses, and violets, and, sunflowers, too as she arrived to the shop:
Parfums de la Nature
Was what the sign had read as she went inside, triggering the bell hanging over the doors.
"Ah, are those my daisies I hear?" A voice said as the woman appeared from behind the counter.
[ Name ] handed the woman the daisies placing them carefully into her fragile hands.
"Oh, merci! Thank you, [ Name ]!'' Madame Maribel placed the daisies inside a vase," Oh, and I can't wait to see your performance tonight. Especially since your partnered up with such a gentleman."
Of course, she was referring to Francoeur, but her words were true.
Francoeur was everything, but harmful. Oh, how she couldn't find the words to describe his innocence of being a kind-hearted being.
[ Name ] rolled her eyes as she took her leave waving goodbye to the woman for she had planned on stopping by to see her friends.
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She arrived to the Rare Bird, opening the front doors as she was met with her 'brother' and good friend, Charles.
He held up two cards for her to read:
You've arrived a bit early.
The performance isn't for another two hours.
'I came to see you all. How are things?' she signed as if right on time, Raoul appeared from backstage with packages.
"Oh, good evening, [ Name ]," he said as she waved and went over to help him," No, no I got it, I got it."
Although, he began making the boxes wobble. She proceeded with taking and carrying a couple of boxes.
"Heh, thanks," he placed the remaining boxes on a nearby table with [ Name ] doing the same.
'What's inside, Raoul?'
"Wait until you've seen what I've got in store for you and Francoeur's performance," he opened one of the boxes revealing color-stained lights.
'Are they new lights?' she asked as he nodded.
"These babies will light up the stage like you're in a garden of fireflies, ha ha!" She smirked as she assisted him, and Charles in installing them.
"Good evening you three. What are you doing?" Lucille said as she entered alongside Francoeur.
'Lucille, Francoeur, what do you think of the new lights Raoul went to get?' [ Name ] signed.
"Aw, they're perfect."
"There's plenty more of these babies inside those boxes over there. I got them, so they could really light up the stage," he said as [ Name ] sat on the stage.
Hearing chirping, Lucille looked back at Francoeur then at Raoul," Uh, Raoul I need your help with something backstage."
"Oh, heh, Lucille if you wanted alone time, you-" she cleared her throat before whispering something into his ear,"Oh. Oh! Uh, yes, yes. Come along, Charles, we might need your help as well."
Three went backstage as the only two left were [ Name ], and Francoeur.
'I wonder what they're up to," she signed before Francoeur stepped closer towards her, revealing a bouquet of [ Fav/Flowers ].
Handing them to her, she took a whiff of them,'Oh, Francoeur, they're lovely. I can't wait to place them inside a vase, and see them everyday,' she signed before giving Francoeur a peck on the cheek.
'You really know how to make a lady feel special'
Francoeur then pulled out a card, much like Charles', that read:
It's because you are special. To me.
Smiling, she placed the bouquet, and hugged him.
'Thank you'
