Poppy managed to get out of the room, and closed the door behind her, exhaling a deep breath. She turned to return to her room, and she stopped when she saw Evan at the end of the hallway, looking furious. "Oh God," she muttered, facing him head on. "So, it's not about him, huh, Poppy?" Evan walked up to her, his jaw tight. "Then, explain why you are coming out of his room at seven in the god damn morning." "It's not like that, Evan," she said, sighing. "He had trouble with his medication last night, and I need to make sure he didn't hurt himself, for Christ's sake." He glared at her. "At least be honest with me, Poppy," he said quietly. "I deserve that." "I promise you, Evan," Poppy said seriously. "Nothing happened." They stood there for a moment, until Evan stepped aside. "You should get back to your room," he said curtly. Poppy stepped past him and opened her door, and entered her room.
(omg) Francis poked his head out of the door, his expression looked as if he were trying to remember something. "Did... Did something happen?"
(Just remembered that Evan would see that Francis is shirtless. Poor Evan.) Francis came out just as Poppy had clicked her door shut, and Evan turned to him with a furious look in his eye. "Back off, Francis," he said, quietly enough so that she wouldn't hear. "Stay away from Poppy. She's mine, you understand?"
(I find it hilarious, hehe.) "Excuse me?" Francis began, his shirt in hand as he slipped it back on. "There's nothing going on there, for your information, and as far as I'm concerned, she doesn't belong to you."
"I was here first," he hissed. "We were together for three years. You think you can just waltz in here after one week and act like you get to call the shots? I mean it. Back. Off."
"Yeah? Well at least I managed to actually get a fiancee. There is nothing going on between Poppy and I, but obviously you're still hung up on our workplace partnership. I don't listen to people who act like children," he shot back, his voice low. (Killem)
(There's actually something that Francis doesn't know about their relationship that would have made that really sting, so forgive me for this next part.) In that moment, Evan punched him. His arm was strong, and it hit him pretty squarely in the jaw.
(Oh, it's completely fine. Francis goes way overboard a lot.) Francis reacted calmly, despite the pain that shot through his mouth. He had been punched in the face more times than he could count, and did nothing to fight back. Afterwords he had a slight metallic taste in his mouth. He held his jaw a moment before facing Evan again, his eyes narrow and dangerous. "Ugh," he was all he said, in disgust. A drop of blood formed at the corner of his mouth. "Honestly."
Evan eyed him warily, unsure of what the best action to take was. He didn't make a habit of punching people, but when he did, they usually went down pretty quickly. This guy just.. stood there.
(Is Francis badass yet? Lol) Francis wiped the blood away, inspecting it on his hand for a moment. "Try that again. I dare you."
(Do badasses generally build pillow forts?) Evan glared at him, straightened up and took a deep breath. "This isn't over," he growled.
(He was drugged up :c ) "Hmm. That's what I thought." Francis leaned in the doorway, an eyebrow raised in question.
(That's no excuse!) Evan shot him a look of utmost hatred, before turning on his heel and walking down the hallway until he turned the corner and was gone.
(He's the fortress warlock! He must defend his home!) Francis went back into his room, his door shutting loudly. He immediately went into the bathroom to check what was bleeding.
(LOL) Luckily for Francis, it seemed like he had just cut the inside of his mouth on his teeth. It still hurt, though, and it was already starting to bruise.
He sighed inwardly, stepping away from the mirror. "How irritating," he said, walking back to the bed and laying on his back.
(Zoom!) Knock. Knock. Knock. The raps echoed through the room. "Mr. Craw? Breakfast is in five minutes!"
"Jeez, already?" Francis got up, changing into new, cleaner clothes. He brushed his hair back, getting rid of the unruly mess. After he was done, he went to eat.
