Another dull and tiring day for the young teen. Nothing seemed to interest him as much anymore. Lately Fran had been sneaking out of the Varia HQ to escape knives, screaming, and other loud objects. When there is no work, the Varia is just another group of annoying people, he thought. Fran somehow found himself in Namimori in a sudden pink flash, but it didn’t really matter to him. He had no chosen destination in the first place, and he didn’t really take into consideration as to what that pink smoke was.
As he walked out of the bushes and brushed off some leaves, he noticed he was catching some attention. He realized it was from his frog hat, but he didn’t care. Fran tuck his hands into his pant pockets and continued to walk along the sidewalk, not really sure as to where it would lead to.
It was a warm day for Namimori, which made it made it difficult for Fran, who happened to be in his leather Varia uniform. It didn’t take long until the teen decided he would take a break. Fran happened to be near a park, and decided to rest there. He plodded over to a bench and sat down, his eyebrows furrowing from the heat.
He sat alone for a bit until he noticed a familiar girl with an eye-patch. He could notice that infamous pineapple hairstyle anywhere, and if the culprit weren’t in a skirt it could have been his notorious master. It seemed as though the girl had noticed him as well and was wary as to confront him or not. Fran took the initiative and strolled over to the girl first, realizing he must’ve been sent into the past.
“Ah, you’re master’s girl, right?”
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