Franz Stefan had believed his son wouldn’t go far, unable to resist the temptation of overhearing, regardless of or especially because of his mother’s ban, so he’s surprised it takes him a while to locate Joseph - who then comes sprinting towards him from the general direction of the courtyard. Was he outside for some reason?
J: Dad, you must know Mom is handling this terribly. She’s dead wrong about Fritz and me! I’m not a pushover, I just understand him! I do! I shouldn’t just be in the room, I should be the main negotiator!
FS: Well, you might get your chance. Last I looked he and your mother were about to kill each other, so let’s go back there and I’ll somehow persuade your mother to let you stay.
(Franz: not a bad actor himself. Comes with the occasional one night stand territory.)
J *hasn’t taken this in yet, he’s prepared a speech in order to convince his parents and hasn’t even gotten to the middle of same yet*: I know you both think I’m without guile, but I can be sneaky! I have a secret weapon to butter Fritz up, and now I’ll employ it if you... hang on, did you just say you’ll back me up with Mom?
F: Yes. Secret weapon, hm? *under his breath* Thank God. I was beginning to fear I need to draw you a diagram.
J *proudly*: Yep. I had the idea before we left Vienna. Preparation is everything says Fritz.
F: I’m impressed, son. Now, not to rush you or anything, but we really need to...
J: Right. Let me just get the weapon.
F: ...? You don’t mean to say you already brought a ring?
J: ...????? I brought the Mozarts.
F: ....
J: Come on. Everyone melted when those two kids performed in front of us. Even Mom! She totally let that boy hug her, jump on her lap and kiss her. I mean, who gets to do that to Mom otherwise? She sure isn’t the spontanous kissing type!
F: ....
J: So I thought: Fritz loves music. Truly deeply does. Now I have no idea whether he also likes kids in general, but come on, everyone loves little Wolferl! So I told Leopold Mozart to secretly follow us with his kids, and I’ve now checked whether they arrived. Which they did! So here’s my plan. I’ll announce to Fritz I’ve arranged a special concert in his honor. We all listen to the Mozarts. Everyone melts, again. Peace, love and harmony descend on both our realms. Am I a genius or what?
*meanwhile, MT’s reaction in the summit salon shall be posted at a later point*
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Re: Crackfic
Date: 2019-11-06 12:07 pm (UTC)Franz Stefan had believed his son wouldn’t go far, unable to resist the temptation of overhearing, regardless of or especially because of his mother’s ban, so he’s surprised it takes him a while to locate Joseph - who then comes sprinting towards him from the general direction of the courtyard. Was he outside for some reason?
J: Dad, you must know Mom is handling this terribly. She’s dead wrong about Fritz and me! I’m not a pushover, I just understand him! I do! I shouldn’t just be in the room, I should be the main negotiator!
FS: Well, you might get your chance. Last I looked he and your mother were about to kill each other, so let’s go back there and I’ll somehow persuade your mother to let you stay.
(Franz: not a bad actor himself. Comes with the occasional one night stand territory.)
J *hasn’t taken this in yet, he’s prepared a speech in order to convince his parents and hasn’t even gotten to the middle of same yet*: I know you both think I’m without guile, but I can be sneaky! I have a secret weapon to butter Fritz up, and now I’ll employ it if you... hang on, did you just say you’ll back me up with Mom?
F: Yes. Secret weapon, hm? *under his breath* Thank God. I was beginning to fear I need to draw you a diagram.
J *proudly*: Yep. I had the idea before we left Vienna. Preparation is everything
says Fritz.F: I’m impressed, son. Now, not to rush you or anything, but we really need to...
J: Right. Let me just get the weapon.
F: ...? You don’t mean to say you already brought a ring?
J: ...????? I brought the Mozarts.
F: ....
J: Come on. Everyone melted when those two kids performed in front of us. Even Mom! She totally let that boy hug her, jump on her lap and kiss her. I mean, who gets to do that to Mom otherwise? She sure isn’t the spontanous kissing type!
F: ....
J: So I thought: Fritz loves music. Truly deeply does. Now I have no idea whether he also likes kids in general, but come on, everyone loves little Wolferl! So I told Leopold Mozart to secretly follow us with his kids, and I’ve now checked whether they arrived. Which they did! So here’s my plan. I’ll announce to Fritz I’ve arranged a special concert in his honor. We all listen to the Mozarts. Everyone melts, again. Peace, love and harmony descend on both our realms. Am I a genius or what?
*meanwhile, MT’s reaction in the summit salon shall be posted at a later point*