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He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright. Thank you for your help. I really appreciate it."
"Ah.. How will I do it, though? I don't know how to show her..." he said, a bit hopelessly.
He covered his mouth excitedly for a moment. "Wow. Y'know what? I'll show her that I can be faithful to her, and that she won't be some fling."
His eyes widened in surprise. "She does? She does? You're lying to me, right? There's no way." A grin spread across his face. "Right?"
He squinted at him. The words meant a lot to him, and he paid close attention to them. "She doesn't like me that way, anyways. It's obvious."
(Haha) Francis pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "She doesn't like me like that. She thinks I'm a player, or whatever the word is, and...
"I already know what I want, kind of. The signs are obvious that, once again, feelings aren't mutual." He crossed his arms, eyebrows furrowing.
"I don't think I would, no." He shook his head.
Francis was surprised by his words, and mulled them over in his head. He didn't say anything in response, but understood what he meant. Within his...
(Digger) Francis shook his head. "No, not anymore. I might have at first, but Poppy helped me realize it was a better decision not to, because...
"I'm alright. It's been an interesting few days. My ex-fiancee is on the ship now, but I broke it off for good." He brushed back his hair.
Francis looked around the room with interest. He crossed his arms and waited. "How are you, Phos?"
"That bad, huh? I can understand that," he said, following. "He just likes to know things."
He nodded, standing. "Sure. I don't have anything else to do, so why not?"
(noooo I'm gonna die) He raised an eyebrow at her, a small smile on his face. "It's no problem."
(Wow, I accidently pressed enter please kill me ) "But, I mean that," he said nonchalantly. "I mean what I say, most of the time. Hopefully...
He shrugged, looking elsewhere. "I don't know. I may or may not be. I thought I was just telling the truth." (Smoooooth)
"Y'know, that compliment from yesterday still stands today," he said smoothly, taking another sip of his coffee. (Real suave, Francis.)
"I can think of at least one compliment that I have given you that was better than that one," he pointed out. (That's the sad part.)
He looked up at her with a sly grin. "I've been told I can do that to some girls. And, I don't find you annoying at all." (Francis you ruin...
