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[He seems a bit distracted as he settles down, seemingly confused. Then, with a startled sound he begins to mess with his hair. A series of muttered curses in French color his preening as he tries to plaster down stray hairs that do not exist, staring rather blankly after putting his hands down as if observing something. Hushed:] I look like a recluse! Mon dieu!

[Leans forward, more determined than ever. He goes from trying to plaster them down to brushing them down for more volume, letting that prized hair cascade like a boss. He finally leans back ten minutes later, seemingly quite pleased. Yes. You guessed correctly; he used the camera as an impromptu mirror, not quite understanding that it was broadcasting. Of course he's not quick to leave. He did just spend around 15 minutes fussing over his hair and getting up too quickly would 'disturb' it.]

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[Is...ah, well - as embarrassed as a man like Francis can be, which isn't a great deal, so he manages to reel in any heat that was creeping up his neck; huffing.] Francis Bonnefoy. Why were you watching me do my hair at a computer, hm?

[When in doubt, divert attention away from failure... :I]

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I--waitaminute.

[Shoutarou peeeeeeeers into the camera.]

Are you Francisca's brother or something?

Your icons...God. <333

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[leans back at that, immaculate brow raised] Ah... You could say that, yes. [It's simpler this way] How do you know her?

Shou makes the best faces. B]

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I know her...rather closely. [Ahem.]

[AWKWARD.]

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[Is silent for all of a few moments; pulls a face.]

Mon dieu. You too? [waves it off] Well then, I am glad my other half has been living up to our reputation.

...

[Yep. He's been in that uh, situation too. This isn't quite as awkward for Francis though.]

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[There's a momentary pause of even more awkwardness, then the detective sighs.]

Well. She did warn me.

[Waitaminute...]

[Shou peers at the camera again.] You mean you and her...?

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We are too beautiful to stay tied to one person! [He'd be sparkling more than Edward Cullen in the desert at high-noon right now if he could. Fortunately, that's not the case.

He blinked, giving him a mildly confused frown at the question before erupting into a chuckle... or perhaps a guffaw. Either way he sounds as French as he is while doing it. He did sound sympathetic though.]

Would it make you feel better if I said that we are not ah, siblings? It was just a more simple venue, but it seems as if she had to sleep with those I come across.

[smirk] We are the same person, just from different places it seems. I cannot explain it. I only knew of her existence upon entering the Tower, but yes. Yes we have. [Not. Shy.]

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[Huh. Guess the male version was a lot cockier, in more ways than one.]

[Oddly enough, the alternate-reality versions thing seems easier for Shou to swallow than one may expect.]

...I see.

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What was that look for?

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Now I'm wondering if there's a female version of me out there somewhere.

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Ha, well cher, if you find her send her my way so I can have a chat with her.

Just to ...level the playing field, but of course~

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[Shoutarou makes a face, though it's more over that those words are coming from someone with such a similar voice and appearance as Francisca than it is that Francis is already after a hypothetical lady Shou, though both are unsettling in their own ways.]

I...uh. W-we'll see about that.

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I just met you and somehow I find myself horribly disappointed...

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[Awkward to insulted in less than a few seconds!] Oi, what's that supposed to mean?!

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Ah, rien. [smirk] I was just talking to myself. So.

...How did you initially meet my other? Before you met at the hips, s'il vous plait.

Oh wow, I completely missed the other comment somehow. Derrrp.

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I initially ran into Francisca at the library, though...

[Awkward pause.]

Haven't quite gone that far yet. [Ahem.]

WOOPS

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[lip twitch]

Color me surprised!

Ah well, interrupting is in Shou's nature so it works.

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[Shoutarou smiles, though there's just a bit of a smirk in there.] I'm not one to rush things like that.

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I am an old man, monsieur. I think that I have mastered appropriate timing, if that is what that little smirk is implying otherwise.

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Not at all.

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Oh? [curious brow quirk] So, what were you before you came to the Tower? Consider me interested in seeing the types they gathered for whatever this place is.

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Was just commenting on my own timing was all.

I came from Fuuto City in Japan - I worked there as a private detective.

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A private detective? I shudder to think of what notes you have on all the Tower's inhabitants. [chuckling, he waved it off] Must do something though to keep your mind sharp, non?

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[Shoutarou frowns, looking indignant.] Oi, you make me sound like an unsavory guy. I am taking notes, yes, but just for the purposes of trying to figure out what's going on here.

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I wonder if my other half felt the same?~