the music of the night / movies+candy

[clarence a.]

Clarence wasn't really sure how he'd found all of it. Well, he was. Sort of. He had sought out the chocolate specifically. It'd been a long time since he'd had any proper sweets and it was about time he indulged himself. That was when he found a tub of something called 'icing' and he picked it up and brought it with him into a room so he could be on his own. That's when he noticed a little grey object in the corner. Quietly, he made his way to it, flicking it open. The tiny screen flickered on and he was met with a stage. And not just any stage. It was a big one and lots of people were around it. He'd gotten to see a few things like this live before, but nothing of this scale. There were sparks coming from the chandelier but no one was afraid and nothing caught fire. As the... opera? It seemed like an opera and they said the word an awful lot, although there was some talking which suggested to him that it might not be one. It was confusing, but whatever it was, the music was lovely. He had no idea what this magic box was or who the wonderful people inside it were, but everything about it was wonderful. Slowly, he dipped his paw into the icing and started licking it off. He hadn't been able to find a spoon and he figured that's what paws were for anyway. It wasn't like a hand. Was it? In any case, he was watching one of the most wonderful performances he'd ever seen by little people in a mirror and was finally getting some long awaited chocolate, so he didn't have much to complain about. He could do without a spoon. 

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[ATTICUS]

―――― The sound of organ music filled the halls of the observatory, and while he was expecting many things- another round of Jersey with his record player doing something weird in his room, or someone who had simply found a new piece of entertainment- his curious expedition to locate the source found him in front of Clarence's room. For a moment, the jaguar paused at the sound of the operatic music flooding out of his room, but his curiousity got the better of him as he lightly knocked and pushed the door in. Clarence was there, as to be expected, watching the screen of some sort of movie  and... eating a tub of icing on his own. Okay, okay, cool, that was fine, maybe Clarence was dealing with something- he always did seem to a be a bit out of sorts- or maybe he was just the sort of man to enjoy icing straight from the tub. He bit back a smile of amusement as he took a step in, trying to get a better look at the screen that Clarence was now fixated with. Interesting. Kit had never really sat through something like this; the best they had at home were home-show plays that were usually... mediocre at best. Through his travels he had heard more about these strange boxes, yet he had never been privy to enjoying more than a few minutes of one. "Mind if I join you?" he spoke softly as to not interrupt what was occuring on the movie player, but enough to announce his presence and his request at the very least.

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[clarence a.]

Clarence didn't seem to even acknowledge Atticus until the other man spoke up, at which point his head swiveled around and he gave a quick nod, patting the ground beside him with his paw that wasn't wrist-deep into the icing. "Of course not," he answered simply, pausing briefly before adding, "You haven't missed much. So far, there was an auction but then it went into a... it started telling a story in the past. They started preforming an opera, Hannibal, but then the background fell and everyone panicked and the prima donna ran offstage, so now this woman, Christine, is singing in her place. The man with the nice eyes recognized her from childhood and is meeting her in her room. There's also a quieter voice that only the girl seems to be able to hear. I think that's - oh, that one." Just as he spoke, a new voice was brought into the song, a voice that held anger and obvious distaste for 'the man with nice eyes' that Clarence had previously referred to. His eyes widening a bit again as the scene progressed and a man appeared in the mirror, he dipped his paw back in the icing, pulling it back out and quietly licking as he watched it.

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