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"I don't know, something for the shock. For morning and night." He frowned. "I'm not excited."
"Alright. Remind me to sprint to my room then, yeah? Now I have to escape your wrath and take nasty medication." He rested his hand on his chin.
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(OH JEEZ I'LL HAVE TO DO ANOTHER OF ONE OF YOUR CHARACTERS SOON THANK YOU) "See? Then it obviously wasn't that bad," he replied lifting a finger...
[SPOILER] "Oh, c'mon, it couldn't have been bad. If it was, you probably would have killed me by now!"
(Yep.) He tilted his head, smirking. "So it went well, I assume?"
Francis sat across from silently, he looked around at all the other people, none of which he knew.
(The first option sounds fun!) Francis shot up, suddenly remembering. "Oh! No no, I'm coming. I just forgot, that's all." He opened the door and...
(I'm clueless. I don't know what to do next, haha.) Francis laid back onto the bed. Finally, a proper place to sleep. He forgot about lunch already.
After his long shower, Francis wrapped the towel around his waist, then looked for something to wear. "Hmm, pants, belt, shirt, socks, shoes....
(I'm drawing a Francis again! This time it should look better than the first.) He filled the glass with water, then downed one of the pills,...
Francis took the medication with a nod. "Alright, thanks. I know what to do. Have a nice day." He shut the door without another word, and went to...
"Alright." He raised his eyebrow. "You got a glass I can use?"
"You've best be joking," he grumbled, then perked up at a realization. "Ah! At least I have a room of my own, now. I assume I should take the...
He gave up on the watch, and got up, opening the door. "Oh, good. Hopefully there aren't any side effects?"
Once Francis had gone inside his room, he snickered. He sat on the bed, then began fidgeting with his watch. "Hrm. Stupid thing," he thought to...
"Ah. Thanks. I'm sure you two have a lot to catch up on," he said, mostly to annoy Poppy, then walked down the hallway to his room with a nod.
Francis looked at Evan, his expression smooth. "That seems like a good idea. Lead the way."
"Try to make a ladder for this one. I dare you," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"At least we don't have to sleep forty feet above ground now," Francis joked, rubbing the back of his neck to soothe any small pains.
