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The blond was having a rough day, first, the new drummer got sick, then he decided it was actually a good idea to attend practice. So, today the singer decided that it would be best to stay home. He’d only halfway through the day figured out that his dryer stopped working and he needed to get his clothes dry now. So, he did what anyone would do and did his best to call a mechanic.
Even with a hoarse voice and a thick accent, the man seemed to be rather nice and even understood what he said. It was always good to talk to people that didn’t criticize him for his accent. Blue eyes watched the clock every now and then, stopping what he was doing before he went back to his current project.
His ears ached, but that wasn’t something that he would complain about out loud, hand moving to rub lightly at the tender lobes every so often. After a while, there came a knock at the door. He answered and the man that stood there bore a rather startling resemblance to someone that he used to know. His widened blue eyes soon went back to their normal size after a moment or two, smile replacing the look of shock.
"Bonjour, monsieur, I'm hoping that you are the one that was supposed to fix the dryer, oui?"
[AU Ventus]