♕ douze; [text] (4TH WALL EVENT POST)(backtag-friendly forever)

[crotchroses]

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I do not have enough cigarettes for this. Mon Dieu.

For once can I have a good sleep? Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is!

[ooc: YEAH FOURTH WALL. Backtag friendly like the title says, especially 'cause I'm semi-outta commission from my surgery and I know y'all are busy.

Francis is in his apartment (dressed) and cooking. Have at it! C: ]

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Bullshit!



It was business, not pleasure. Don't look at me like that, it breaks my heart.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

<sub>[ BUSINESS OR NOT YOU DON'T SLEEP WITH THE ENEMY even if I signed a treaty with him that doesn't count.
You're treading into dangerous waters, France. That of a Scotsman's envious temper.

He stands in front of France, still wearing that smile as he reaches up to grab a lock of his hair gently between his index finger and thumb. He tucks it daintily (yes he can be dainty just watch this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2kcRvvbrxA&feature=youtu.be&t=52s)) behind France's ear before cupping his cheek. ]</sub>

Since then you seem to have a plentiful amount o' food, cigarettes and being properly satisfied sexually, I dinnae think me services and company 'ere are needed anymore at this moment.

_{[ A pat on the cheek. Yes, he is implying what you think he is but no you had to say something stupid. ]}

Y'also called me an idiot again.

_{[ Have some chuckling. ]}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

'Services'?! Ecosse!



There is nothing to be jealous of, Ecosse.

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[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

_{[ --stares at France with a vacant expression, cheeks turning red. ]}

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[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

_{[ SLAPS HIM ACROSS THE FACE. ]}


DINNAE DAE THAT SO SUDDENLY. I'M FUCKIN' BEELIN AT YA, AYE. NAE THA' TIME FOR THAT SHITE.

_{[ curls his hand around France's shirt, yoinking him close, allowing their heads to butt. Seething, he speaks: ]}

I also thought ya 'ad more taste than that, Frankie. Business or nae.

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I knew-- I knew that would work! Of course I have more taste than that! Mon Dieu, your face--

You know better than to shut me out, mon chere!

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

_{[ hnnghhhh GRIPS HIS SHOULDERS; glaring. ]}

What the FUCK is that supposed tae mean--!?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Ecosse. If there is a feeling or desire that you have in regard to me, I will find it and I will drag it out of you. Jealousy is, eh... it is not unnecessary.

Ah, mon chere! You are so cute when you're angry.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

_{[ His gaze drops, eyes fixating on France's collar, nose snorting when it's poked. He adjusts France's clothes a little, a single finger idly drawing circles where France's collarbone is exposed before he drops his hands completely. He then mumbles: ]}

Dinnae be ridiculous; I'mmur just disappointed y'slept with 'im.
.. Again.

_{[ huffs and backs away, wandering about a little. ]}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

... Fine. Go be disappointed, I don't care!

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

Shall dae.

_{[ Glances over his shoulder at France, upper lip curling into a snarl before he trudges off towards the door, opening it and then shutting with a slam. ]}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

_{[ stops and stares ta him blankly. ]}

What.
This 'ad bet'er be important.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

...

You're stupid for leaving.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

Yer stupid for offending me.

_{[ turrrrn and keeps walking. ]}

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

... It is your loss, Ecosse.

[plaidmanskirt.livejournal.com]

I'uv lost nothing as far as I'mmur concerned.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

--Walk alone on the streets, Ecosse! I have had enough of this bullshit.