Vivienne plastered a smile on her face when Francis looked at her. "This is Vivienne Verbank. She's a linguist that will be joining us on the trip." He paused, chuckling nervously. "She was also my fiancee once."
Poppy's expression shifted with the understanding, and she smiled, although Vivienne's sudden expression changes confused her. "Oh! Well, it's good to meet you. I'm Poppy." She offered her free hand for a handshake.
Vivienne shook her hand, her grip dainty and light. "Ah... Indeed." Francis observed the plant Poppy was holding. "What's that?"
She glanced down at it, her head cocked slightly. "Mint, and some lavender," she said, looking back up at them. "I'm thinking I'm going to plant them by my window if I can figure out where to get some gardening pots."
Francis opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Vivienne. "Oh. You must be some kind of farmer, yeah? That's interesting. Actually, I need to speak to Mr. Craw alone, so if you would excuse us." Francis wanted to protest, but said nothing. He only blushed slightly with the way she said his last name.
Poppy blinked, a little taken aback. "Oh," she said uncertainly. "Okay. I'll... see you later then. Nice meeting you." She pushed back a loose curl, and turned and walked off, heading to her room to drop off the plants, her brow furrowed in slight confusion.
(Jeez, Vivienne annoys the hell out of me.) Francis spoke up, brushing his hair back. "I'll talk to you later!"
(She annoys me too, haha. I'm really protective of my RP characters though, so maybe that's why. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) Poppy turned her head slightly and smiled, although Francis might be able to detect that she was still a little confused. "Talk to you later," she responded, before continuing on her way, weaving through the various agents until she turned a corner and was gone.
Vivienne looked up at Francis with a frown. "Who is she?" Francis raised an eyebrow. "A friend. Why?" She pursed her lips. "Don't think I don't know that you've been playing girls. I know you. Obviously I can't have that happen when I'm here." He pushed her away, stepping back. "What? Why would you say that? I'm not interested in her because of that, and I'm not the one who had an af-" "Don't bring that up. It's your fault that happened. I was innocent." Francis stopped, his expression seemed hurt as he threw his hands up into the air and began walking to his room. "I can't talk to you right now."
(THAT MANIPULATIVE B-) Poppy nudged open the door with her hip, leaving it open so she could leave again. She considered going to Phos to help her create a fertilizer, and she set the plants on the windowsill, her brow drawn in thought.
(>=D) Francis went to his room, his pace tense and brisk. He didn't say a word as he passed her door and opened his, shutting it behind him.
She frowned, and stuck her head out of the door, looking out to the hallway. She figured that it was Francis' door that had just slammed, and she tapped her watch lightly, typing out a message to send to him. "You doing alright?" She pressed the send button, and it chirped as it flew off.
It took a few minutes to reply, and the words were a garbled mess (a sign that he still didn't know how to use watches). Only moments after, Vivienne knocked on his door, her voice sweet. "Francis? I'm sorry I said those things. I didn't mean it."
Poppy paused, listening to Vivienne, and then messaged back, a small smile on her face. "Ha. Okay. Let me know." She clicked the watch off and then noticed a package on her bed that she hadn't seen before. She opened it, and her fingers touched fabric. Perplexed, she picked it up and frowned. She vaguely remembered that Owen would send some clothing for the dinner tonight and she groaned, dropping it back on the bed. (Francis will have one on his bed too. Also, going out to dinner with the family. Be back soon!)
Francis hadn't noticed the box in his frustration, as he paced the floor. He stopped at the sound of Vivienne's voice. Slowly opening the door, he peered out. "You're right. It was my fault, and I'm sorry, but you can't accuse me of things like that," his voice was stern, but forgiving. "Oh, good! I won't do it again. I promise," she replied, her tone sweet. (Sorry if it looks bad. I just wanted to make a reference for later things.) Spoiler
(Ahh, my girl looks so sweet!) Poppy cocked her head, listening to the conversation. She frowned and continued working with her plants, saying nothing.
Francis sighed, leaning against the door. "I need time here alone, too think about this. If you would excuse me," he said, lightly closing the door, leaving Vivienne. After a moment she frowned, she walked away, back to the main room.
Poppy waited for Vivienne to leave, and hesitated. Francis was her friend, right? Friends check up on other friends... right? Gathering her courage, she walked out into the hallway and knocked lightly on his door. "Francis?" she asked softly. "You alright?"
He opened the door a crack, his eyes dark as he looked out. His hands gripped the door tight, and there was a frown on his face. "I don't know, Poppy. Why do you ask?"
She shrugged, her arms crossed across her chest. "You come away from a conversation with your ex-fiance, and close the door, and when she comes to talk, you don't let her in." She cocked her head, peering up at him. "Do you want to talk about it?"
