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He stood up, slamming the case shut. He turned around, only then noticing that Poppy was there. He froze slightly, still and silent.
Francis hadn't noticed her. The reason was now obvious why he wasn't playing well. His hands were busted up, and he seemed frustrated.
There was faint piano music. It was sloppy, and paused at random points. The keys were pressed much harder than they were supposed to be.
(Yeah, that works perfectly!)
(Hmm. I'm not sure. Francis probably wouldn't be going to breakfast. He'd probably go and play piano instead as a way of venting.)
(Skiperooni!) (This is a chance to make it more adorable in the future)
He sat in the bathroom. He didn't know what to do. Turning on the sink, he washed the blood away, and the stinging on his knuckles told his the...
Francis went back to his room, shutting the door behind him. He rested against the door for a long while, before going to the bathroom and assess...
He looked down, his face blank, then back up. He walked towards her, but ultimately passing her. His movements were stiff and unsure. "I think I...
He didn't move. His expression seemed a bit hurt. "Are you scared of me?"
("I just want you to know, that he started it.") Francis stopped as well. He refrained from touching her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for the...
Francis followed quietly, staring at his hands the whole time. He wasn't sure if the blood was his. At one point he looked up. "Poppy?"
He stood up, a bit shaky. He looked at his hands for a moment, then started to feel the pain. "Fine."
He managed to get pulled away, a look of threat on his face. He spat at Evan. "Don't you ever talk to me again, don't you dare come near me!" he...
Francis followed, not allowing to get room. Instead he moved and sat on his knees over him, repeatedly trying to strike his face with his fist. He...
He stopped for a moment, then swung his leg out, hoping to kick Evan's feet out from under him.
He stumbled back, hitting the ground for a moment and getting back up immediately. He looked at Evan again, his eyes were dull, and almost told a...
Francis only moved slightly, grabbing Evan's arm as he moved and tried to pull him to the ground. His thoughts raced to his head. He wasn't going...
Francis was only half expecting this, and stepped to the side quickly, his back against the wall. "You don't want to do this. Just stop now,...
(OH MY GOD IT's ABOUT TO GO DOWN.) Francis froze, his expression, which was once soft and calm, was now indistinguishable. He set her down...
