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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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[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...]