“Élise speaks in a breathy, attractive and extremely French accent.”
“Zere is no way zat worked,” Gary said then paused frowning at what he just said. He reached up and grabbed his throat and he could have sworn it was slightly thinner now, more... delicate.
“Oh God,” Jon laughed. “I think this is the best one. Sorry I zink zis is ze best one.”
“Fuck you!” Gary cursed and it came out sounding surprisingly… provocative.
Jon was grinning. "Say 'the weather is thirty-three degrees.'"
”Non.” Gary said as firmly as this new, breathy voice could manage.
“Non?” Jon mocked. “Come on! Say it!”
"Ze wezzer—" Gary stopped. Tried again. "Ze wezzer is zirty-zree—" He clamped his mouth shut. "Merde."
The th sound simply did not exist for him anymore. His tongue refused to flatten between his teeth to produce it.
He tried again, deliberately, slowly: "Th... th..." His tongue hit the back of his top teeth and produced a soft z every single time. It wasn't that he was choosing to say it wrong. His mouth physically could not form the sound; the neural pathway just wasn't there.
"Fuck you, Cazzerine."
"Catherine," Jon corrected, barely suppressing a laugh.
"Zat is what I said!"
"No, you said Cazzerine. With a Z."
"I said Cazzerine. Cazz— putain." Gary pressed his palms against his face. His cheeks were hot. "You are ze worst person I 'ave ever met."
"You're the one who gave me D cups."
"Zat was—” Gary stomped over. Well as much as he could stomp with the sensual swinging of his hips. He snatched the I.D. card from Jon's hand.
"You *bâtarde". Look what you've done to moi."
Name: Élise Fourmaux
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Born: Marseille, France
Nationality: French-American
Languages: French (Native)
••••••••••••••••American English (Serviceable)
Hair Color/Length: Black/Short
Eye: Dark Brown
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 141 lbs
Body Type: Medium
Cup Size: Small B
Voice: Breathy, Attractive, extremely French
Gait: Surefooted/Sensual
