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"I've trained to fight people for a long time," he commented nonchalantly. "I'd like to see you try."
Francis sat for a bit longer, before a look of realization crossed his face an he stood up. "I left my book in class. I'll be right back." Their...
"You're afraid of them leaving you after you went with some cabin boy?" She shook her head. "If they truly love you, then they will be patient,...
He raised an eyebrow. "First of all, you're in no shape to beat me up. Secondly, you probably couldn't even if you were."
The group Francis was in often seemed equal. Everyone would laugh together and at not one singular person's joke, though they could never be serious.
"Who is it?" she asked, her head tilting.
He grinned, but only leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Okay, I won't. Only because you asked."
Francis sat at a different table, along with a group of his friends. He paid Evan and Poppy no mind.
Avice crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Are you positive?"
"Is this where I can start to carry you everywhere?" he asked teasingly.
(Yep!)
She looked at Jack, hoping he had a better answer than she did.
"Staying there was alright," he admitted, "but I'd much rather be on my own."
(Time skip?)
"We know," Avice said. "We just need your help, though."
He grinned. "Don't overestimate them."
Francis left the class and quickly disappeared down the hall, going off to another class.
Her voice softened slightly, and she tilted her head. "I think it would be a better decision to figure out who it is."
"They like to think they are higher than other people. It tends to annoy." He shrugged thoughtfully. "I don't know."
"Nice," he said blandly, standing up and taking his things. "Bye."
