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He seemed confused, not really sure what it meant when she did that. (Francis, you ding dong.)
"I think it will take a little work if you want to beat him today. You'll have plenty of time, though. Trust me," he said, looking down at her.
"You did it! Good job!" he said, laughing a bit. "You're learning really quick! I'm sure you'll beat George in no time."
"That's alright! It's hard to make the shot on your first go," he said, patting her head before retrieving the ball. "You can always try again."
"You are!" He laughed. "Now, try to kick it between the two trees!" he said, looking back at Poppy with a grin.
"Try to move around with the ball, by kicking forward at a steady pace," he instructed, placing his hands on his hips. "It's like passing, but...
He stopped it, propping his leg onto it to hold it down. "Yep! Practice makes perfect. You'll get better at it the longer you do it," he said....
He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I suppose, but most soccer players use the inside of the foot, as it's better to aim with."
He nodded. "Alright, I see. Let's pass, first. You have to kick the ball to the other person using the inside of your foot," he said moving...
He looked down at her, putting his hands behind his back. "Of course. Do you have a goal to use?" he asked, cocking his head. (Soccer is my...
Francis smiled politely, clasping his hands together. "It's nice to meet you all," he said smoothly. "Poppy has told me a lot about you."
"Ah, the artist," he said, his eyes twinkling. He extended his hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"Psh. I'm sure. Besides, she's the one who wants to beat him, not me. He's probably going to let her win, anyways." He shrugged. "But I might as...
He stood straight again, turning to Poppy as she left. "I guess I'm teaching her how to play soccer, then," he said, amusement in his voice.
(Bee is so adorable) "You bet. I used to be a soccer champion," he said, his head tilting slightly. (How good is George? What's Francis up against?)
Francis looked back at Poppy with a grin, before turning to Bee with a pleasant smile. "Is that so?" he asked, leaning down closer to her. "Well,...
He looked at her, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh.. Hello," he said, his tone a bit confused.
Francis was quiet, thing to think of a word. "He's very formal.. Formal and bit frightening," he replied honestly. "It's the worst when he...
"Well, he's nothing like my dad, which is probably a good thing. I'm sure it'll get easier, eventually, right?"
Francis extended a hand, a small smile on his face. "It's lovely to finally meet you, sir," he said, the nervousness in his voice would only be...
