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"I kept that promise, Poppy," he said, his voice deathly low. "I have no idea how or why those pictures exist, because that right-" he paused,...
He looked at the photos intently, before turning his eyes to meet her. "What are those? Where are those from? I don't remember that ever happening."
He pulled away, suddenly feeling a lot smaller then before. A look of hurt and confusion shrouded his expression. "What? Why? What happened? Are...
He took a step towards her, concerned as to what brought this on. He didn't remember doing anything bad. "Poppy, are you okay?"
Soon after Evan left, there was some shuffling coming from Francis' room, then the bed creaking as it signaled he had gotten up. It was quiet for...
His nose scrunched as she kissed his cheek, but relaxed right after. He wasn't completely awake, but mumbled a few words in his doze. "Nyeh.....
Francis still held her hands, but his grip loosened at she moved. His brows were furrowed, like his rest had been uneasy, but still made no...
Once Francis left the bathroom, he was a bit surprised to find her asleep. Though, his gaze towards her was affectionate and enamored. He slid...
You might be able to if you summon the spirit of the moose.
He went and grabbed some of his clothes, then retreated to the bathroom.
He sat next to her on the edge of the bed, folding his hands. "Yeah. I'm probably going to change into pajamas in the bathroom."
"Yeah.. Do we have a meeting or something?" he asked. "I didn't get any notifications yet."
"Yeah. I'm ready to sleep in my own bed, too," he admitted.
"Yeah." He was quiet after that, before looking down at her. "Are you tired?"
He brought her hand up to his mouth to kiss the top of it. "I did kind of beat him up, too, so that makes me an ass, as well."
He nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, yeah. You're right. I don't know if I should forgive him, though."
"I don't know," he said, his tone mildly suspicious. "Nor do I care. Nothing good has ever come from him, but I suppose I have to accept any form...
(YOU ARE HERE TO FIGHT, EVAN. FIGHT ME.) "Alright," he said slowly. "I suppose I understand where you're coming from." He crossed his arms,...
Francis' laid-back and cool demeanor dropped when he saw Evan. His brows furrowed and he tensed immediately. He didn't say anything, though. There...
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