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A pianist. A suitable profession for a man with Roderichâs looks. He certainly didnât seem to be the type to endure a lot of physical labor. And someone who preferred suits to ânormalâ clothing. âHm. It must be hard not to be able to play now... do you even know when youâll get out?â
Would the brunet even want to keep in contact? Maybe Gilbert could convince him to take him home but he didnât want to make things awkward by stalking around his house and âcoincidentlyâ bumping into him. Damn him for always getting attached.
Gilbert watched the other in silence before a smile crept onto his face at the accurate term for Francis. âNothing I couldnât handle.â,he chuckled. Well,actually Gilbert never really knew how to handle random acts of flirty behaviour which led him to playing oblivious more often than not. Though he often praised his own greatness and whatnot it felt weird,although nice,when others did.
âActually he decided to stop.. uh,being French when I told him I needed to bring all of the sweets to a hospitalised person. When I go there next time I might make up twenty reasons beforehand just in case.â,the albino mumbled. But yes,Roderich was right; the sweets were totally worth it.
