Francis Bonnefoy

Thunderstorms || Closed RP for tea-and-faeries

The two never did end up watching anything else. Two hours and two episodes of Doctor Who later, Francis sat just as absorbed in the show as Arthur, clinging to the Englishman’s arm. The Frenchman rolled his neck slightly as the credits scrolled in, yawning, as the rain made him drowsy. Burying his face into Arthur’s neck, he mumbled, “Angleterre, what sort of tea do you have around…?”

"I have Earl Grey, Orange Spice, Lemon, and Green tea." Arthur stretched his legs and toes out. He was so distracted he hadn’t moved the entire time. "I’m glad you like Doctor Who. You should come over and watch it with me more often." Arthur did find it quite lonely not having a friend to talk about it with, although he would never admit that.

"I'd like that," replied the lethargic Frenchman with a sleepy smile. "And I think I'll have some green tea..." Francis slowly stood, stretching his arms out above his head. "Earl Grey?" he added, glancing down to Arthur. There really was no need to ask, he knew by now what sort of tea was Arthur's favorite.

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"Mm… Then with the hormones and school, the last thing you need to be dealing with is stress at home." Francis pulled away, looking rather concerned. "I’ll tell you what - I like helping people. So if you need someone to talk to, or if things get too out of hand at home, you can come see me, alright?" He smiled, an action that was nearly always expressed in his eyes as well as his lips.

Heather looks at him again. "Okay" She says. She forces a weak smile. She wanted to hug him again out of happiness.

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As a sort of final statement, Francis smiled and said, "I have to finish cleaning up, since we're closing soon. It was nice meeting you." With that, he turned and headed back into the kitchen to organize the dishes as well as lock up after making sure the rest of the shop was in order.

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Thunderstorms || Closed RP for tea-and-faeries

Francis smiled softly. “No, I like the Doctor, actually. Though I can’t say I’ve seen enough of it to have a favorite…” He also found it quite cute when Arthur got excited over something like that. Leaning gently against the Englishman’s shoulder, the Frenchman attempted to pick up on what was going on in the episode - he could actually get quite absorbed in it too.

"After this we can watch whatever you want, then." Arthur didn’t notice how close together they were sitting. He was too caught up in watching the show. He was excited that he could finally watch his favorite show with someone else.

The two never did end up watching anything else. Two hours and two episodes of Doctor Who later, Francis sat just as absorbed in the show as Arthur, clinging to the Englishman's arm. The Frenchman rolled his neck slightly as the credits scrolled in, yawning, as the rain made him drowsy. Burying his face into Arthur's neck, he mumbled, "Angleterre, what sort of tea do you have around...?"

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Thunderstorms || Closed RP for tea-and-faeries

"If you say so - but you’re always welcome~" smiled the Frenchman, wholly used to Arthur’s angry disposition. Following him, Francis seated himself next to the Englishman, his eyes coming to rest on the TV. "Now I see why you didn’t want company - Doctor Who is on." Francis gave a soft laugh, knowing how into his shows Arthur got.

"Well, this episode is one of my favorites." Arthur smiled and watched the show. "You already missed the good part, though. Don’t worry, I have them all on DVD." Arthur paused realizing Francis probably wasn’t interested in Doctor Who at all. "Er…or we could watch a movie."

Francis smiled softly. "No, I like the Doctor, actually. Though I can't say I've seen enough of it to have a favorite..." He also found it quite cute when Arthur got excited over something like that. Leaning gently against the Englishman's shoulder, the Frenchman attempted to pick up on what was going on in the episode - he could actually get quite absorbed in it too.

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Francis raised an eyebrow. “When was the last time you had company over besides me or Alfred?” He then laughed and placed an arm around Arthur’s shoulder. “Besides, don’t I always invite myself over? I’d certainly let you do the same, even if it was unlikely to happen.” There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance, the rain beating a bit more harshly against the windows.

Arthur glared and shrugged his arm off his shoulder. “I’ll have you know I have company all the time besides you two!” Arthur went back to his spot on the couch and sat down. “Also, One should never show up uninvited. It’s bad manners. So don’t expect me to just show up at your door anytime soon.”

"If you say so - but you're always welcome~" smiled the Frenchman, wholly used to Arthur's angry disposition. Following him, Francis seated himself next to the Englishman, his eyes coming to rest on the TV. "Now I see why you didn't want company - Doctor Who is on." Francis gave a soft laugh, knowing how into his shows Arthur got.

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Inviting himself inside, Francis closed his umbrella and hung it on the rack that sat next to Arthur’s door. “I came to visit, silly,” replied the Frenchman as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Turning, he offered the Englishman a smile, pushing back his slightly damp hair. “Hopefully I haven’t interrupted anything - though I’m not sure what you could be doing on a day like this…” With that, Francis proceeded to remove and hang up his coat, whistling casually.

Arthur shut the door once he was inside. “What makes you think you can just invite yourself over? What if I had already had company over?” Arthur gave him a slightly irritated look, trying to hide that fact he was somewhat grateful to have company.

Francis raised an eyebrow. "When was the last time you had company over besides me or Alfred?" He then laughed and placed an arm around Arthur's shoulder. "Besides, don't I always invite myself over? I'd certainly let you do the same, even if it was unlikely to happen." There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance, the rain beating a bit more harshly against the windows.

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Thunderstorms || Closed RP for tea-and-faeries

Freezing rain pelted the pedestrians, vehicles, and buildings of London, the water drizzling down from the sky in sheets. Most people in the city were accustomed to the heavy torrents, but Francis was not one of them. It was just so cold! Pulling his cobalt blue frock coat more snugly around him and tightening his grip on the black umbrella, the Frenchman hurriedly made his way to the location of Arthur’s residence. Boy, I could have chosen a better month to visit him.

Finally, Francis arrived at the Englishman’s flat, knocking hastily on the door and giving a shudder. “Angleterre, it’s pouring, let me inside!” There was a pause before he added, “Your car is outside, I know you’re home!~”

Arthur heard knocking at his door and groaned. He had just sat down and gotten comfortable. Because of the weather, Arthur spent most of his day inside cleaning. He hadn’t been expecting company so he figured whoever was at the door had the wrong address or something.

Once he heard the Frenchman’s voice, he got up and opened the door. “Francis? What are you doing here?”

Inviting himself inside, Francis closed his umbrella and hung it on the rack that sat next to Arthur's door. "I came to visit, silly," replied the Frenchman as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Turning, he offered the Englishman a smile, pushing back his slightly damp hair. "Hopefully I haven't interrupted anything - though I'm not sure what you could be doing on a day like this..." With that, Francis proceeded to remove and hang up his coat, whistling casually.

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Freezing rain pelted the pedestrians, vehicles, and buildings of London, the water drizzling down from the sky in sheets. Most people in the city were accustomed to the heavy torrents, but Francis was not one of them. It was just so cold! Pulling his cobalt blue frock coat more snugly around him and tightening his grip on the black umbrella, the Frenchman hurriedly made his way to the location of Arthur's residence. Boy, I could have chosen a better month to visit him.

Finally, Francis arrived at the Englishman's flat, knocking hastily on the door and giving a shudder. "Angleterre, it's pouring, let me inside!" There was a pause before he added, "Your car is outside, I know you're home!~"

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"I have no choice." [Closed RP for CrimsonRosesandWine]

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"I’m not sure," replied Francis as he knelt down once more to feel the soil. He sure was getting a lot of exercise with all that squatting. "I suppose I haven’t thought that far into the future; considering I just sort of upped and left yesterday." He quickly stood - the ground was finally starting to feel damp. "Let’s try this way," added the Frenchman, heading in the direction that he assumed the water was coming from.

She nodded, “Fair enough.” she sighs, “Yeah,” maybe she overthought things - thought too far. To be fair, she loved having things planned ahead of time, so it hadn’t surprised her much. She noticed the Frenchman had started to find something - or at least she thought, she gave him a small nod, and followed after him.