She seemed confused, her brow furrowed as she considered his words. "Oh?" she said eventually, her eyes searching his face for clues. "What's that?"
He laughed, but hesitated with his words, deciding what truth to say. "I don't completely regret being put on a mission with you. At first, I didn't think it would work at all, but now it's... Nice." (That's probably not exactly what he wanted to say at first.)
She laughed, and her posture relaxed. "God, Francis, I was worried it was something bad." She returned her gaze to him and smiled, tugging a curl thoughtfully. "I don't regret being put on a mission with you either," she said, her expression sincere. "It is... what did you say? Nice? You're right. It is nice." (HNNNNNGG SO CUTE)
"I'm glad you agree with me... You should try not to worry about little things so much. If it was bad, I would tell you." He laid back, resting his head on his arms. "And you shouldn't worry about me, either."
The stars twinkled from the ceiling, and Poppy glanced down at him, raising one eyebrow. "We've been over this," she said. "I'm going to worry about you whether you like it or not."
"Right, but there's no point in worrying about me, because I'll always be fine," he said, his voice low. "It's needless."
"Well, you weren't fine when you got shot by the ambassador," she teased, joining him by lying back on the floor, her curly hair splaying underneath her head as she turned to look at him with eyes the color of mist. "Or when you were loopy. You weren't fine then."
"But the point is that I didn't die. If I didn't die, then I'm fine." He sighed, shutting his eyes for a moment. "I don't want you to have to worry about me."
"That's not fair," he said, stretching his arm in hopes of not falling asleep. "But I guess I understand." (Question: Out of both of the RPs, who's relationship do you like more? Francis and Poppy or Jack and Avice?)
Poppy grinned and said nothing more, her eyes scanning the stars tiredly. An indeterminable amount of time passed, and Poppy's breathing gradually steadied. Her blanket came up to her shoulders, but she held it in her hand as she fell asleep, her eyelashes fanned out on her cheek as her face relaxed. (Hm.. That's a hard one. I really like them both. It's tough because we haven't really played Jack and Avice lately, but I would say that I probably prefer Poppy and Francis. I think their relationship is a little more real, what with them not really liking each other at first, and with all they've been through together, I think they have a really good bond. What about you?)
Francis didn't say anything at first, only sat up. He touched her arm, speaking quietly. "Poppy? Did you fall asleep?" (Woops hold on)
She murmured, her expression changing to one of sleepy confusion. She opened her eyes and stared at him for a moment before sitting up and stretching, pulling the blanket around her. "Mmm. Yeah. Sorry."
(Ah, jeez. Sorry. Sometimes I forget to answer questions and stuff because I try to focus on the roleplay. In my opinion I think they both have really great relationships and I would say I like them both if I could, but since I have to pick one, I would say Avice and Jack's relationship wins me over because I find it really adorable and because it was the first one. That, and I think it's because I can relate more to Avice than I can with Francis.) "It's okay. How about we go back to the rooms, yeah? I think it's for the best." He got on his knees, his voice soft as he lightly touched her shoulder.
(You're good! Hopefully, we can get Pirates moving pretty soon. We're about to get into some major backstory that I think will be cool) She blinked sleepily and then nodded, pulling her sheets up. "Mm. Alright."
(I'm super excited to get into the backstory part. I think I've cleared most of the character development and background with Avice, so I'm pumped to see the other way around.) Francis stood up, offering a hand. "Do you need any help?" he asked, speaking quietly.
(It's going to be really cool. There's some stuff about Natalia that you guys don't know, and I think it's really going to explain a lot.) She looked at him for a moment and then took it, her hand fitting with his easily and she stood up, coming face to face with him. "Thanks," she murmured, adjusting her blanket. She glanced up at him and cleared her throat. "Ready to go?"
He nodded, opening the door. "I didn't want to wake you, but I was afraid you'd get mad at me if I didn't." He chuckled. "You looked peaceful."
She laughed, but her expression was interested. "Hm. I normally don't sleep very well," she said thoughtfully. "But I was fine there. It's weird."
"That is odd. Maybe because you were under the stars?" he asked, closing the door behind them. "That's the only explanation I could think of."
