He tucked her hair behind her ear reassuringly. "Not too bad. It's just that Phos said I should ice it consistently."
"I'm going to go get some. I'll be right back, okay?" He kissed her forehead, then started off towards the kitchen. (Hmmm should I mess things up by having Vivienne interfere with or hmm yeah)
He turned the corner and disappeared, leaving her alone in the hallway. (Yes time to put a dent in their perfect relationship!)
The lock turned with a small click, and Poppy nudged the door open with her hip, turning to put her keys back in her bag, humming lightly under her breath. (Ha! Vivienne wishes!)
Around a half-hour later, there was a knock on Poppy's door. Francis waited outside, his tie was undone, his hair was messy, and his posture made him seem a bit annoyed.
Poppy opened the door and looked out, one of her plants balanced on her hip. She regarded him with a raised eyebrow. "Whoa. What happened to you?"
"Run in with someone. Don't worry about it," he assured her, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I was going to take a shower and get changed, but I wanted to know if you'd like to go to the library or the observatory afterwards?" (Chicken knows how to make it seem like someone just had an affair. Time to jump out of a window cause it might get real)
She squinted at him, clearly a little confused. "You're acting a little weird," she said. "You sure you're alright?" (Poppy doesn't really get jealous, but the scary thing is she'll just break things off pretty quickly. She doesn't have a lot of patience for excuses.)
He nodded. "Of course. I'm just going to take a shower, and be right back," he said, then quickly went to his room. Just as the door clicked, Vivienne turned the corner, a malicious look in her eye. She leaned against the wall across from Poppy's door, staring at Francis' room. Her hair was slightly tousled. "He's pretty good," she said smoothly, speaking to Poppy. (I'm so excited to see what's going to happen)
Poppy felt her heart skip a beat, but she tried to not let it show and she raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?" she asked, shifting her weight to adjust the plant on her hip.
Vivienne turned to her, crossing her arms. "I think you heard me, but I'll repeat myself. He's pretty good, if you know what I mean."
Poppy regarded her with a cocked head, quiet for a moment. Her posture was easy and open, but inside, she was wary. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," she said, keeping her voice even. (lol.)
Vivienne took a step closer, her expression slick. "Hm. Hook up with. Get intimate." The words slipped out of her mouth like honey, and she smiled sweetly. "Do you see now?" (I hate Vivienne with a burning passion.)
Poppy raised an eyebrow at Vivienne, fighting to keep her expression unimpressed. Come on, Pops. Almost there. "Right. Do you have a point you're trying to make here?" (Let's kill her.)
"Oh, not at all. After our encounter not long ago, I just thought he would appreciate seeing me, but it appears he's a bit busy. You're here, though, so that's neat." She turned her gaze back to his door. (I'm down with that.)
