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Fran here, free-loading with the Varia but don't tell anyone or boss will have my head on a platter and fed to Bester. Delicious. independant RP blog for Fran of KHR

[irieshouichi51]

Ah, the spawn of Satan has spoken. “I’m—” he doesn’t really know what he can say to Fran’s statement. “Are you a twerker, Fran-kun?”

[misticall]

“I know you are, but what am I?” Yes, good response right there. 

[misticall]

@irieshouichi51​ x

“There is no such thing as age when it comes to twerking.” Fran’s tone is sagely. “There is only the butt and the beat.” Also, the fabulous outfits. 

[misticall]

ooc;

i logged in to bother Twerk Master Irie Shouichi 

but I realised I have drafts on here so I may as well respond to them... yeah ... I’m sorry I’ve been spending all my time on my Chrome blog @96krm

anyway I gotta respond to

enigmaticviola

loyalrighthandman 

scientificbeauty

& I guess greet people whom I’ve neglected to greet properly OTL 

[caelistus]

“Mmm.” Giotto hums, amused. Somehow, he gets the feeling that’s not quite it, but, well. None of his business, really. “If you don’t have anything else to do, I don’t suppose you could help me with this?” With his free hand, he wriggles his fingers at the illusionist.

[misticall]

When given the choice between finding something else to do and assisting a not-quite-a-ghost-but-mafia-logic-sucks-anyway with painting his nails, there really is only one thing to do. “Sure.” He shrugs, plopping himself down. In the middle of the street, because why not. “Pass it here.”

[loyalrighthand]

He is sleeping in his office, using Uri as a pillow, because he is too tired to try go home and because he have early work tomorrow so it was far more easy stay there. Gokudera would let the door unlocked so people could come in if they need his help and the reason of Uri is there is to wake him up in time.

[misticall]

Swiftly, carefully, from the depths of his Varia jacket Fran pulls out a simple black marker, very suitable for events such as these. The eyes of the feline flick upwards towards him, however casts her eyes away in disinterest once apparent that Fran is there for the purposes of a simple prank.

Carefully, he drags a set of whiskers on Gokudera’s face. 

[milkeu]

(by mo picr)

[scientificbeauty]

This was the first red flag. Verde did not trust Fran’s ideas of gifts, even if he was sincere. Who knows what it could be: Food? Candy? Video games? Possessed artifacts from a lost civilization that will kill them all? Did he steal something that he shouldn’t have? “Bearing gifts, huh?” Verde sighed and waited with anticipation. Party poppers? Well that wasn’t so bad- of course with Fran, the party poppers might not shoot out confetti. He could’ve easily filled them with something much worse, like extremely fine glitter, or live spiders.

“….Is it really?”

[misticall]

How exciting. This is the first time in his life he’s ever had a birthday party held for him. Honestly, he feels so touched. So in awe. So amazed. “But do you have cake?” The ‘for me’ goes unsaid, but Fran assumes that it should be fairly obvious that’s the staple of a birthday party. 

Ignoring the fact that this is quite possibly the furthest from an official birthday party you could ever get. 

“Nah.” 

[misticall]

roadtrip, booyah ; fran & chrome

[zandion-deactivated20161005]

The way the other mist drove really wanted to make the raven hurl. Based on how he’s driving, he was definitely self-taught – no one in the right mind would be willing to sit in the passenger seat of the same car Fran was in.

And then his sarcastic answers. Why did she even bother asking him these questions anyway? Of course, if she wasn’t too busy panicking, the mist would’ve easily figured out the situation just by observance. But that wasn’t the case.

The younger illusionist’s next question kind of left the lass flabbergasted; was he really, really thinking it was an “okay” time to ask her that now?

“Uh–!” Chrome felt the car continuously swerve left and right, and believe me, the mist was scared for her life. The illusionist was no longer grabbing on the seat of the car, and instead, she scooted forward to grab onto the younger mist’s shoulder, talking to him in her rarely heard, loud tone of voice that she usually never uses. “FRAN! At least stop the car and park in a safe spot that you can find so you can explain to me WHAT IS GOING ON? You can think about lunch later after you give me an explanation!” The grip she had on the boy’s shoulder tightened – Chrome was serious.

[misticall]

Alright, so maybe he was a little terrified. If there’s one thing you didn’t want to do, it was piss off nee-chan; because she didn’t learn nothing from Master, and time spent in the company of the Vongola had created edges where softer ways might have formed. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Fran was the absolute number one at being Annoying As Hell to people and Chrome was angry... so basically, he was doomed. 

Really, he was thinking about pulling up to the curb, he really was. He was thinking about it for a while actually, had been thinking about it ever since Chrome had woken up. Which wasn’t a terribly long time, but still. The problem was, it was something he could only think about... because the truth of the matter was, Fran had forgotten how to stop the car. 

It didn't really matter. Kinda. There were multiple ways to escape a moving vehicle, all of various levels of difficulties, and Fran supposed they’d be able to think of something. He was just about to tell nee-chan this too, but then she put her hand on his shoulder and he swore he felt her fingers tighten--

Screeech.

The car swerved, spinning off the track and ploughing into a wheat field. Crops were rolled flat beneath the out of control vehicle, and all of a sudden Fran could remember how to stop the car. His arms and feet moved instinctively as his mind blanked and, soon enough all was still.

“...I don’t think a wheat field is a very safe spot.” His even tone gave no way to his true emotions, which were a little bit relieved and smug because he had totally managed to stop the car hurrah. “It’s a bit open and everything. There could be snipers.”

Finally, he answered her question. “We’re on a road trip.” 

Figuring he was in enough trouble, he couldn't help but to tack on in the most soulless voice he could muster, “Woohoo.” 

[96krm-blog]

– ; pain has an element of BLANK ; it cannot recollect when it began, or if there were a day when it was not. (Emily Dickinson)

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[misticall]

Number One rule in the Varia - don’t piss off the Boss or you may not live another day. Fran is a walking corpse, and he’s got to escape the situation. Pronto. Now, who to hide behind? 

[misticall]

Unceremoniously, he dumped a massive plastic bag onto the table before him, uncaring of the multiple experiments he was probably messing up. “I missed me, too.” 

[scientificbeauty]

“O-Oi oi- Fran-!” I take that back! I definitely did not miss this kid! Even if I id miss him, I didn’t miss this! Thankfully, nothing spilled, but a few papers and loose scraps were now scattered. “Be more careful! What are you doing anyways?”

[misticall]

Fran watched rather dispassionately as nothing exploded. Ah, so the two of them got to live another day. How quaint. “I come bearing gifts.” Reaching in, he pulled out a packet of small, bright-coloured items. “Party poppers.” His expression does not twitch. “It’s my birthday.” 

[misticall]

roadtrip, booyah ; fran & chrome

Fast and furious! Alliteration was a wonderful concept, and so was kidnapping people from their homes against their will - or, knowledge. Still though, Fran was a Man on a Mission; or boy, whichever tickles your fancy most. There’s that fancy alliteration again. Fun, fun stuff. 

Speeding through the desolate streets of some nondescript town which even he did not know the name of, Fran thought that perhaps he should stop by a convenience store to see if they held any earplugs in stock. He was sure to need them once Chrome awakened from her slumber. 

The sound of shifting from the back seat had him glancing back over his shoulder. If the car veered to the side just the slightest, he paid it no heed. “Ah nee-chan, you’re awake?” 

[zandion-deactivated20161005]

Shifting her body against whatever she was leaning against, slowly, but surely, Chrome forced her eye to open – vision blurred ever-so-slightly as the mist scanned the darkness that surrounded her.

..  Where was she, anyway? The shift she had was long today, so the lass could’ve sworn that she had arrived home from work not too long ago? Then there was a familiar, monotonic voice that hasn’t been heard in awhile.

As soon as the other illusionist’s word slipped through her ears – that’s when everything made sense. “Fran? Where are we?”, the mist said in a panic-worry tone of voice. “Um, yes I just woke up a moment ago – ARE YOU DRIVING?”

By this point the woman was freaking out over what was being processed in her mind. Fran, driving. Them, not knowing where they’re actually going.

Why.

[misticall]

Flying was a truly wonderful experience, Fran would a hundred percent recommend trying the experience at least once in your lifetime. The car rolled over a particularly rough patch and remained suspended in the air for a tad longer than safe, but whilst the landing was rough at least they hadn’t crashed. 

Fun stuff right there.

“Yes, on a road, yes.” It would be a waste to elaborate with his answers - all of her questions had been fairly self-explanatory if only she had thought to observe the situation a tad more before speaking. Honestly, some people. 

“Western or Asian food?” He asked, the non-sequitur falling easily from his lips with the absence of any real concern over whether or not she was fine with the situation. “It’s lunchtime, I think.”

He wouldn’t know. The plane ride left him feeling rather jet-lagged. The car veered slightly to the side as if in agreement with his woozy frame of mind.

[misticall]

roadtrip, booyah ; fran & chrome

Fast and furious! Alliteration was a wonderful concept, and so was kidnapping people from their homes against their will - or, knowledge. Still though, Fran was a Man on a Mission; or boy, whichever tickles your fancy most. There’s that fancy alliteration again. Fun, fun stuff. 

Speeding through the desolate streets of some nondescript town which even he did not know the name of, Fran thought that perhaps he should stop by a convenience store to see if they held any earplugs in stock. He was sure to need them once Chrome awakened from her slumber. 

The sound of shifting from the back seat had him glancing back over his shoulder. If the car veered to the side just the slightest, he paid it no heed. “Ah nee-chan, you’re awake?” 

[scientificbeauty]

“I wonder where the other Arcobaleno are… It’s honestly been boringly quiet whenever I check in. I hate to admit that I miss those guys but it feels like I’ve been returning to home that is now empty….

Are any of you left? Is there anyone here?”

[misticall]

“The party has arrived.” Delivered in the most deadpan tone available. 

[scientificbeauty]

Okay that wasn’t expected. Actually Verde wasn’t expecting anyone to reply but what there Fran was. 

“Incredible. I actually missed your snark.”

[misticall]

Unceremoniously, he dumped a massive plastic bag onto the table before him, uncaring of the multiple experiments he was probably messing up. “I missed me, too.” 

[scientificbeauty]

“I wonder where the other Arcobaleno are… It’s honestly been boringly quiet whenever I check in. I hate to admit that I miss those guys but it feels like I’ve been returning to home that is now empty….

Are any of you left? Is there anyone here?”

[misticall]

“The party has arrived.” Delivered in the most deadpan tone available. 

[misticall]

“’Sup.” 

[misticall]

Gives him a pistachio macaron, then pats head (well, frog hat).

He gulps it down in one shot. “Thanks, nee-san.”