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"Ha! That's what they said at the P.O.W. camps, too, but I outsmarted them, and I can outsmart you too," he said bluntly, sitting down on the bed,...
The room was relatively normal, except all of the blankets, sheets, and pillows were made into a fort. "Ah!" he exclaimed gleefully. "This is...
He used shoulder, leaning all his weight on her. Reaching into his pocket, he fumbled around, eventually pulling out the key. "This thingy?"
He groaned in annoyance, then stood up slowly, using the wall to support him. "My room? Classy."
He smacked her hand, though it wasn't very hard. "Nnno! Turn off your stupid tehno-gadgety and only then shall I accompany you on your quest."
"Well obviously," he began, "I'm sitting here watching the walls move around." He stuck out his tongue. "Duh."
Francis was laying on the floor, wearing the same thing he was from before, only his hair was disheveled and his shirt was only partially tucked...
He waited a bit longer, before pulling the night pill out of his pocket and swallowing it with the water. He excused himself from the table and...
"Most likely," he replied, pouring himself ice water. "Have a good night."
He wiped it away with his thumb, then finished the coffee quickly. "It's an acquired taste. Like fine wine and the right suits."
He finally started drinking his coffee again. Once he put it down, there was a dab of whipped cream on his nose. "Marmite is much too bitter. I...
"I love whipped cream. And powdered sugar. And candy. And normal sugar," he listed, finishing with the whipped cream and starting again with...
"Alright then," he said simply, nonchalantly adding an excess of whipped cream to the top of his coffee.
I already accustomed to boiling temperatures, as I take hot showers. Time to falcon punch you away.
"You should eat," he said quietly, beginning to eat the sugary foods and drinking his coffee.
"I smoked in the first during my shift, it was a quick one, though." He continued eating his food, keeping his eyes down."
He frowned and put them away. "It's a bad habit of mine. Started maybe two years ago, but I've been trying to quit."
Francis pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, shaking it for a moment. "I could see that. I find it best to let go as soon as possible,...
He shook it off, then scratched his chin. "That so? I almost pity him," he said jokingly, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Infatuation with you. Right," he said slowly, recalling the subject of his previous conversation he had with Phos from earlier. "I guess."
