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[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[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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Pffffft. xD

[thisclinchesit]

Pretty much.

It's damn frustrating.

[Shoutarou is quite the man already! He was trained by the manliest man to ever rock a fedora.]

Re: Pffffft. xD

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[Keep talking with those Angelina Jolie lips...]

Well, when you are finding out, mon cher, do divulge a bit, oui?

Preferably in person...

[thisclinchesit]

Fair enough. Might have to hold an assembly of some sort, since it would pertain to everyone.

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

I would be more careful. Perhaps this is something to be discussed in person rather than a link anyone can see? [He might be technophobic on a great scale, Francis was no fool about keeping things quiet to the right people. He didn't trust the network or the people that kept them captive. Who knew if his new pal would go missing for conspiracy?]

[thisclinchesit]

Ah, you have a point. [And this is why he normally worked with a more cautious partner.]

I get ahead of myself sometimes - but yeah. Probably better to talk face-to-face.

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[Francis is an ace spy, he is! Ohon. Plus he has a ... millenia on you. Can't be blamed he thought that one out. You're cute anywho. BT]

Youthful enthusiasm, hm? Non, I am simply joking mon ami. We could always meet at a later time. For a meal, perhaps. Not as if I trust these infernal dog collars they have on us, right? [slight snort]

[thisclinchesit]

[If Shoutarou knew of the last bit, this would be terribly awkward.]

Sure. Beats sitting around in those stuffy dorms.

[No, he's not quite catching the drift that this could be construed as being asked on a date. His mind is focused on finding stuff out about the tower.]

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[The Frances are bound to have similar interests in whom they shack up with, of course. It's best that Fran can be quiet about his piqued state... after all, he was more concerned about being stuck in this Tower than getting laid.

...shocker, eh?]

Oh, cher. Really? You sit around in the dorms? While I do not trust the changing scenery bestowed upon us, I would go absolutely mad.

It's just so plain. I could cook us something nice. The meat pies are a bit... off this week, eh? [Shuddering. He's doing it. A.. ha, date. As if you would regret it!]

[thisclinchesit]

[Only a slight shock!]

A fair bit - poring over gathered info. Either that, or the observation room, though the dreary outlook there isn't much better.

[He shrugs at the offer.] If you really want to, go ahead. Long as it's edible, I'm not usually picky.

[Careful, this guy's great at defying expectations...]