A normal day at work;
Francis rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You can’t hold that night against me, I was drunk and so were you. Aside from that, what have I done to you?” Frustrating, Arthur was completely frustrating, but for whatever reason, Francis didn’t want to give up. Giving up would mean it wasn’t worth the effort, but it was to him.
"Ah, I see. The guitar though, why don’t I need to know about your rebellious stage? You know how I love music." He shrugged. "Well…I grew up with everything I could ever want. Everything, that is, except freedom. If I wanted something, my parents would buy it. But I was expected to attend their parties, mind my manners, look good for the guests and smile." He shook his head. "Sometimes, I was expected to play the piano at their parties." Truth be told, Francis hadn’t really had friends to speak of himself.
"Do you really want to know Bonnefoy? My taste of music back then is not for the faint of heart" His eyes darkened a light smirk appeared on his lips as he gave his company a glance, "So a flashy show child? I've had experiences of that. Not particularly pleasant hence why I rebelled. Dressed tip to toe in lavish clothing that I didn't ask for. How bitterly nostalgic," He commented as he finished off his meal.
"Ah I guess I should ask you," He said nervously after their brief conversation, he scratched the back of his neck and eyes flickering around the busy store, "Never mind I shall ask you later," His face went momentarily rosy at the thought of what he was going to ask the Frenchman. He couldn't do it with so many people around him.
