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-bluebell started following you

"Ah, hello there," Shoichi smiled with a wave, before pausing the music blasting from his headphones that were currently wrapped around his neck.

#-bluebell #Hey there! c':#Decided to place this before they canonly met because then it would be a whole mother of awkward #But uh x'D Nice to meet you sweetie!

A light from the hole in the ceiling beat at Fran's closed eyes as they forced him back into consciousness. Groaning quietly as he lifted himself on his elbows, he looked around and found himself in an abandoned warehouse with no living being in sight.

Shrugging off the gut feeling, Fran pulled his cellphone from his pocket (shocked to see he still had it where he last left it) to a billion-n-two text messages and phone calls from a worried reptile. He knew he was dead. Bluebell was going to kill him. Fry him up and serve him to the entire mafia, who, might I add, would be more than happy to eat him up for hurting their favourite Millefiore.

Going through the messages on his phone, dread quickly took over his entire being, as he groaned again. He was going to die. He totally was going to die. Fran was a dead man. Killed a hundred times over by the entire mafia. Oh boy.

Slowly gliding his thumbs over the keys, he sent Bluebell a quick message: "Where are you?"

The amphibian boy ducked through the endless back roads of the city, hoping he could make it to Bluebell's place without being spotted by anyone. Having no memories of how he ended up in that old abandoned warehouse, or anything prior, Fran was sure that he was knocked out and kidnapped. Again. This was totally going to become a thing, wasn't it?

Though finding out who did this to him was not on his priorities list. He had to go explain to his (probaboly furious) girlfriend about two-- maybe three -- of his disappearances. He was certain that she wasn't going to let him speak, until she took her frustration out on him, beating him to a bloody pulp. He wouldn't mind, though. He was the worst boyfriend in existence.

Every few minutes he would check his phone to see if Bluebell replied. Fran feared the worst. What if Bluebell found someone new-- No. Bluebell wasn't like that, and Fran wasn't going to think of those things. He had to trust his girlfriend, and believe in her.

#-bluebell #ALINA............ Is this okay. Oh my God I suck at this dmcalkscm

H-happy birthday, nyu.

Thank you, Miss Bluebell. [grins] Please send my regards to Byakuran and the rest of the Millefiore.

#-bluebell #asks

Happy New Year. [smiles shyly]

-Smiles back.- Happy New Years to you too, Bluebell~ I hope we can spend more time together this year.

#-bluebell #ask #i hate when tumblr doesn't tell me i have messages

[grins] Do you still want to bake with me, nyu?~

Now that you mention it, Christmas Eve is almost here.

I suppose. I don't see why not...

#-bluebell #asks

Nee, Fran. [tilts head to the side]

-Mocks her, tilting his head.- Yes, Bluebell?

#-bluebell #ask

-bluebell started following you

-turns around slowly to look at the little girl,lifting her eyebrow- Did you get lost? -the tall woman has been wondering why she was following her so silently which was why she stopped. Without a doubt there was something on her actions.-

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