Poeтry and a dιтzy dandy

New Zealand

Chapter song: Komm gib mir deine hand - The Beatles

"This has to be, what? the third time I've crashed my own funeral?"

"Fifth, actually."

Marcel slapped his knee and cackled, throwing his head back as he did so and earning an annoyed stare from his friend who sat across from him, massaging his temples.

Adel sighed and pointed an accusing finger at Marcel. "You can't just keep faking your death every few centuries, are you that bored?"

Marcel stopped his cackling shortly after Adel did his 'mother' voice, it was enough to bring Marcel back down to Earth and actually listen for once.

"There isn't much excitement these days." Marcel murmured, leaning his head on his hand and looking around the crowded bar, seeing a few people who had attended his 'funeral' drinking and talking solemnly amongst each other.
"Plus, I wanted to see you again. How many years has it been? 10? 60?"

Adel shrugged, taking another swig of his wine to keep up appearances. "It's been about 12 years, give or take."
That's when Adel actually looked at Marcel, taking him in. It had been quite a while of not seeing him, and he faked his death again, for what? To see him again? A simple phone call would have sufficed, but then again, Marcel didn't own a phone. God knows if he even knew how to use one.

Adel pushed the wine glass away from him, a little glint sparkled in his forest green eyes. "I didn't know you missed me this much, Marcel. Have you not been in your home county? Enjoying ladies and fine arts like you said you would?"

Marcel gave Adel a sheepish smile, looking unnecessarily adorable all the while. "Well, no ladies, some art, kind of boring, if you ask me. ces gens n'ont pas le sens de l'humour!"

Adel chuckled, he didn't have any idea what Marcel just said but he was sure it was a complaint. Shrugging, he glanced around casually. "You could, maybe, come to New Zealand with me."

Marcel parked up at this, a dark brow raising impressively as he pondered this. "Why New Zealand? Have you found better friends than me, hmm?" Marcel joked, earning a grin from Adel.

"Something like that." Adel snorted at the look on Marcel's face, a mix of betrayal and anger. "I'm joking!" Adel laughed, Marcel just crossed his arms.

"Yah, some friend you are." Marcel was just being dramatic now, Adel knew, he just rolled his eyes and grabbed Marcel's arms, gently uncrossing them with a small smile tugging at his lips. "Don't be like that, now, are you gonna join me? I have some people I'd like you to meet."

Marcel stared at him, unblinking for a moment, this would have unnerved Adel if he didn't know Marcel, most likely. His blue eyes were blank and his mouth was slack, this meant he was thinking. So indecisive, as always.

In the end, Marcel just patted Adel's hand and leaned back in his seat tiredly. "Yes, yes, alright. I'll come join you to Switzerland."

Adel furrowed his brows. "New Zealand, Marcel, New Zealand." Marcel waved a hand at Adel and shrugged, "So, when are we to leave?"

Adel looked down at his watch and hummed, "I'd say we leave tomorrow, I told Viago I would be on time for party night."

Marcel squinted at his friend, big blue eyes patronising. "Viago? Is this another Nazi friend of yours?" Adel's eyebrows shot up and he snorted out an ugly laugh, slamming his hand on the table. Marcel jumped and looked around frantically, making sure no one had noticed them before glaring back at his friend.

"What the fuck are you laughing for? It was a serious question! You remember 1943!" Marcel whisper yelled at his croaking friend, who just wiped a fake tear from his eye and regarded his French Friend. "Yes, I know, it's just-" he choked on a laugh, "Viago is-" he broke down again.