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"He doesn't even know me. That's not fair. Did he say something?" he asked, taking a bite of his food.
"It's definitely legitimate, and I will use it if I must," he said, before asking a waiter for coffee. He picked up his fork and jabbed it in her...
His expression turned to horror. "Scrunchies? You better be careful, or I'll go fetch Evan and tell him you want to talk."
"Hm. If I do die, and your dress me up like that, I will have a hitman sent to kill you as well. Otherwise, my funeral outfit is in the back of my...
"Legwarmers? See, now I've got to live. I can't die because you'll put me in legwarmers and neon yellow." He jokingly pinched the bridge of his...
"Neon yellow? You wouldn't dare. This isn't 1985," he hissed quietly, leaning away with disgust.
"Fine. Just don't bury me in tasteless clothes. I already have a suit picked out specifically for my funeral," he said, lifting a finger.
He continued speaking in a spooky voice, flicking up his collar to look cool. "Death is the ultimate punchline."
He stared at her with dead eyes, and spoke in a monotone voice. ". . . Murder."
"I was just joking. Fights are the second to last thing you want to do."
Francis shrugged. "Fight him," he said jokingly, though his voice sounded serious.
"Yeah. I think I needed the sleep." He sat back, crossing his fingers. "Y'know, you could always tell him to step off."
The grin disappeared, and he leaned forward. "Are you alright?"
Francis sat down across from her again, a small grin on his face. "Oh, what was that about, hmmm?"
Francis made his way to the dining hall, feeling much better than before.
It took a moment for the door to open. Francis stood in the doorway, a bit sluggish from sleep. He brushed his hair back, as it was slightly...
(Yeah, I was planning on doing that haha)
(Yeah. Maybe to the dinner? Then loopy Francis afterwards haha)
He nodded, passing her to go into his room. Once he was in, he shut the door and went to bed for a bit.
"It must be magic," he joked, exhaling sharply. "I'm going to my room. I don't feel well." His hand reached up and scratched his temple nervously.
