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arcanarumlogs2012-09-21 11:15 pm
paysdelamour) wrote in arcanarumlogs2012-09-21 11:15 pm
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Oh this is the night, and the heavens are right
Who: France and Yoko.
When: November 9th, early evening.
Where: Around the island, but mostly Yoko's place for picking up/dropping off and the Blue Rose for actual date times.
What: France has just had a fight with Scotland, but he's not going to let that ruin his night. He has a cute date, Yoko, to impress.
Warnings: Cute date times.
Francis found himself walking away too quickly from his house in the Navy district on the cobblestone pathway leading to Yoko's place. Yes, he knew he was angry; Scotland had no right to judge him for wanting to have a bit of fun on the island. As hellish as this place was, with all the shit the Rulers had put him through, France couldn't survive another minute without doing something like this.
Besides, he'd promised. And he was never one to back down on a promise voluntarily.
He pulled the bouquet a little tighter to his chest so it didn't get wet, shifting the umbrella in his hands. The beige blazer and scarf were doing a good enough job keeping him warm despite the weather. And his boots had done what he'd wanted them to do, and kept the rain from soaking his feet.
It was as he reached the lilac district that he slowed down somewhat, to a gentler pace that allowed the drizzle to tap rapidly on Francis' large umbrella, sort of making a song of its own. France seemed to calm down a little after that, particularly about the time he ended up walking to Yoko's door. Now was not the time to be sad, after all, this was supposed to be a fun time for them both. And he had been really looking forward to this.
He knocked sharply on the door a few times, and waited, putting on his best smile as he looked away and watched the rain for a bit.
When: November 9th, early evening.
Where: Around the island, but mostly Yoko's place for picking up/dropping off and the Blue Rose for actual date times.
What: France has just had a fight with Scotland, but he's not going to let that ruin his night. He has a cute date, Yoko, to impress.
Warnings: Cute date times.
Francis found himself walking away too quickly from his house in the Navy district on the cobblestone pathway leading to Yoko's place. Yes, he knew he was angry; Scotland had no right to judge him for wanting to have a bit of fun on the island. As hellish as this place was, with all the shit the Rulers had put him through, France couldn't survive another minute without doing something like this.
Besides, he'd promised. And he was never one to back down on a promise voluntarily.
He pulled the bouquet a little tighter to his chest so it didn't get wet, shifting the umbrella in his hands. The beige blazer and scarf were doing a good enough job keeping him warm despite the weather. And his boots had done what he'd wanted them to do, and kept the rain from soaking his feet.
It was as he reached the lilac district that he slowed down somewhat, to a gentler pace that allowed the drizzle to tap rapidly on Francis' large umbrella, sort of making a song of its own. France seemed to calm down a little after that, particularly about the time he ended up walking to Yoko's door. Now was not the time to be sad, after all, this was supposed to be a fun time for them both. And he had been really looking forward to this.
He knocked sharply on the door a few times, and waited, putting on his best smile as he looked away and watched the rain for a bit.
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Deciding to go for a jacket and her teacher outfit, which she found earlier, Yoko fussed with her hair for a moment and opted to have it remain down. As she was slipping on her heels, here was a knock at her door and Yoko looked surprised for a moment then walked over to open the door and reveal Francis.
She instantly smiled and walked out, shivering a little as she shut the door.
"Francis! It's good to see you um..in no so lovely weather," She replied, smiling sheepishly now.
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"Ah, oui, I had hoped it would be nicer tonight, mais - that cannot be helped. You look lovely, however." He instantly drew the umbrella over her so that the cold rain wouldn't hit her, only to tug his blazer off and slip it onto her shoulders, with a little finagling of the umbrella of course. It was such common practice from centuries of gentlemanly breeding that it was just second nature to him now. So was the arm he offered to her not a moment afterward.