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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 4, 2011 19:09:30 GMT
( Mm nah. )
Sky blue eyes were wide as he stared at the building, feeling completely out of place and more like he should bolt as soon as the door was open--his bag be damned. Somehow he managed to slowly get out and grab the blanket though, closing the door and kind of staring awestruck at the mans home still.
As the older began to walk though, he followed, still carrying the dirty blanket since he was pretty sure that Francis would want them washed then returned to his car for other occasions such as this. Still, the entire thing was impressive, he could remember when he was younger that he wished their small manor was as large as this one..
" You really live here? Do you have family here as well?" The words blurted out before he could stop them.
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Post by france on Apr 12, 2011 22:50:30 GMT
Francis pauses as he reaches for the door, his shoulders tightening slightly, his voice fading as the mention of his family sunk in. He grips the handle to steady himself. It always caught him off guard when others mentioned his parents. It had been three years now but the thought of them still made his heart ache.
"Non, but they did. This was my fathers house. He designed it when he moved here." He pushes the door open and forces a smile on his face. "He did a good job no?"
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 13, 2011 0:48:25 GMT
It was hard to notice, but the tenseness was seen and Alfred immediately bit his lip slightly. He should know better than anyone to talk about parents, but then again, Francis seemed quite well off. "...Sorry." Was mumbled out quietly, but he did follow the older in, and as soon as he entered the home his eyes were wide again, admiring the interior.
"Yeah! Really nice!" Smiling brightly, he looked at the other blonde before he moved ahead of the other to the side, peeking in a door frame at the sitting area. Of course he was amazed by it, the lavish furniture and various furnitures and lights practically making the room glitter with wealth.
"Do you have maids and stuff?"
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Post by france on Apr 16, 2011 0:17:09 GMT
Francis laughed. "No maid would come in this house. I have a bit of a ... reputation. I like things the way I like them. Non I pay a house cleaner to come in once a month and do the rest myself. " He walked the young man past the drawing rooms and such and up the stairs into his room. He paused at the door and made a grand gesture.
It was decorated well with light greens mixed with dark blues. Crush velvet drapes were pulled back from a door leading out to a small balcony, lending an old feeling to a room decorated with chic modern the rest of the way through.
"You can use the master bath. Its through the double doors."
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 16, 2011 21:47:11 GMT
Faintly Alfreds head cocked to the side, like a curious puppy, but he nodded a bit. "Well...Good job on keeping such a huge place clean then." He praised, smiling as he followed the older man through the rooms. Of course he took his moments to look at things, continually impressed by the others wealth.
When Arthur stopped though, he looked at him first, and then the room, amazed once more. "Ah...Thank you, really." Giving another smile, he slipped past Francis, then after taking his time, he disappeared into the bathroom. It was as luxurious as one would expect a wealthy persons bathing room to be. so he set his bag gingerly on the tile. Getting the clean clothing out first, a bit of snooping found him a towel, which he set on the counter near them.
Locking the door, he carefully got rid of his muddy clothing, setting them in the sink for now so they wouldnt get dirt everywhere, and once stripped, he tried the shower. Finding a good setting, he then slipped in, quietly groaning in happiness as the mud was swept away, and he scrubbed himself eagerly, enjoying the shower.
He didn't dawdle though, and as soon as he was clean and fresh, he turned off the water and dried off before getting dressed. He took a few minutes to was out most of the harder stains from his clothing, and after squeezing them so there were no drips, he bundled them up in the towel and slipped out while carrying his bag over his arm, looking around for the older man curiously.
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Post by france on Apr 22, 2011 1:59:16 GMT
As Alfred walked down the stairs he would hear music drifting from the kitchen, which are out back of the curving mahogany stairs accessible by a narrow hall way which you can look through from the first landing. Through the hall way he can see Francis's back, now clad in a stripped dress shirt, with an apron tied on. He is humming along with a light classical piece.
He is surrounded by marble and gleaming steel, and the room is well lit. He is flipping something in a pan, the light flashing every time he moves it. He seems lost in his thoughts and beside him a stack of crepes is growing.
Francis wonders where the other was, but then again he did look so cold. The young man was probably enjoying the warmth. He would have to come soon though, Francis wanted to at least start the washer before dinner.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 26, 2011 18:07:48 GMT
The music made the younger man pause, vaguely wondering where it was coming from. He didn't have anything against classical music, it was just...It seemed like it was almost overdoing it in this setting. Chuckling faintly to himself, he continued, soon easily smelling the aroma of food being cooked.
Following his nose, which had never let him down before, he soon stopped before the kitchen. Cocking his head, he set the bag down then, out of the way, and curiously poked his head in. Well at least he had found the other.
"...Whatcha makin', Francis?" He asked, curiously looking at the stack of thin things. He'd never really had a crepe before, so to him it just kind of looked like failed attempts at pancakes or something.
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Post by france on Apr 26, 2011 23:24:24 GMT
(XD yes francis over does everything. )
Francis looked up, easily sliding the latest crepe into the pile. Next to him was some creme and fresh fruits mixed together and some warm chocolate to drizzle. He nodded to the other to sit at the table, which had been set casually, as he responded.
"Fruit and creme Crepes. " He looked at the stack and upon judging there were enough their for both of them turned off the stove and set aside the pan in the sink. "I had some left over strawberries and blue berries so I though we could have a light dinner to warm us up. "
Scooping up the food he brought them over, laying them down in front of the younger man and smiling. "What would you like to drink? I have soda or some beer, water if you would like. Or I could make some lemonade.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 28, 2011 19:27:05 GMT
Bright blue eyes watched what he was doing, not unlike a child would its mother when cooking, and he glanced up when he was gestured towards the table. Carefully sitting down at a chair, as if he was afraid he'd break something by breathing wrong, he then looked on up at Francis.
"Crepes...? I don't think I've ever had those before." A thoughtful look crossed his face. Well at least the filling looked delicious, he loved fruits. Well, anything sweet really. He wasn't exactly sure how to make a complete crepe though, so he held back to see how it was done by watching Francis.
"Um..waters fine, thanks." To be honest even the kitchen setting had him feeling like he was being served in a restaurant thanks to the way Francis behaved. It was a little disconcerting.
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Post by france on Apr 29, 2011 3:46:49 GMT
Francis caught the little pause and blinked. Was he uncomfortable? Francis brought him some water and sat down, quickly scooping some of the cream and fruit onto the centre. Folding it in half one way and then another until the skinny pancake looked like a triangle. Why was he uncomfortable? was he not being a good host?
"Its a bit of a dying art I guess?" he said and bit into the pastry, savouring the sweet taste of the filling. He chewed slowly and tried to relax. Maybe he was being a bit too cold? he could do that, treat guest like customers.
"So Alfred. What were you doing out in weather like that?" He said trying to break the ice and put the other at ease.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 11, 2011 21:10:41 GMT
Watching how it was done first, only then did Alfred take his own crepe and attempt it himself. It was a little sloppy, but better than most on their first try at least. Faintly his tongue stuck out in concentration, but he figured that was the best he could do for a first attempt. Taking a bite of it, a soft happy noise was made at how it tasted.
"That's a shame, these are really, really good." Alfred stated after he swallowed, smiling. Despite the slight coldness, he seemed to be more happy to try a new food...He'd love to try every food there ever was, to be honest. It'd be a great adventure. So deep in thought about that, Alfred barely heard the question before he blinked a bit.
"Mm...Well, I was there to just enjoy the day and maybe see this guy I know--He has three dogs, so I thought he'd be around there. And then the rain started. Didn't really have anywhere else to go anyway, so I figured I'd at least try and stay there and keep somewhat dry." Nodding, he took a bite of his own crepe. It was odd how more and more people were learning about his homelessness...Or maybe it was just strange he was telling them himself. Hmn.
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Post by france on May 12, 2011 17:12:48 GMT
Francis paused with the food to his lips as the man finished. It took a moment for him to contemplate what he meant by "No place to go." When it sunk in he began to plan. He immediately assessed all he knew of the other based off the interactions they had so far. Mean while he kept eating and chatting.
"Oh ? what kind of dogs?" He chose his words carefully.
He was proud that was for certain. Just getting the boy to come clean himself in his house as thanks was hard enough. He would have to approach this carefully. He certainly couldn't let the man go selterless. It would not do for a knight even in these times. Still he had to be cautious as to how he presented the next part of this.
"And you are with out shelter?" No pity only mind curiosity in his voice. He simply asked.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 13, 2011 21:00:46 GMT
"Mm? Um...Lessee, one was a black lab, another was a german shepard, and um..I can't remember if the other one was a schnouzer or something.." He frowned, pausing to get some of the cream off of his thumb. Really, it was so annoying when he couldn't remember things!
The question made him shift in his seat though, and he arched a brow at how it was worded. "I guess you could call it that." Was said quieter, and he continued until his crepe was gone, settling back and sipping on his water. "Not that I mind. I like the open space, and I go into the woods a lot and camp."
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Post by france on May 16, 2011 22:51:10 GMT
Francis nods politely, once more reaching forward to make another crepe. "I see how that would be nice. Still on days like today It can't be fun can it? " He waved out side where the rain was still falling. It would be cold now with the on coming night .
"And you have no tent or sleeping bag." He said calmly as he brings the food to his mouth taking a careful bite. He didn't like how that last part came out, it was a little to probing. Still too late now.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 19, 2011 11:00:14 GMT
"It's not too bad. Usually I find better spots than that." Alfred mentioned, only making another crepe after Francis had and then happily biting into the sweet little treat. It had been awhile since his last meal after all, but at least he was behaving himself on that.
"Well..I have a blanket.." He mumbled then, a bit more warily. Francis was acting like Arthur had as soon as he'd figured out he was homeless...And it was obviously making him a bit uncomfortable at the question.
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Post by france on May 19, 2011 22:49:51 GMT
Francis shrugged, sensing the others need for him to back off. He didn't particularly want to scare the boy away. Instead he began talking about little things, like how the rain would be good for the flowers, just little general chit chat.
Meanwhile he was trying to think. Well mabye he should just suggest it at the end, after all he did want to offer the man a place to stay, but the other seemed to dislike the idea. He could offer as the other got ready to leave, but if he chose to leave then he would be out of chances. Still... he couldn't push the boy into staying, but he couldn't just let him sleep on the streets.
His talk turned to his newly open cafe and how slow it had been, letting the subject rest in his mind.
"I almost feel like people see how bland the cafe looks and are turned off."
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 21, 2011 1:40:10 GMT
The others change in topic did at least make him feel better, and he seemed more intent on joining in the conversation. Oddly he kind of felt that the older man was contemplating something, and while he had a feeling of what it was...Well he was kind of hoping that wasn't it. It always made him uneasy to be asked to stay a night.
The mention of a cafe made him hum in thought though, and he cocked his head. "Perhaps you should do something to make it stand out...I mean, a lot of cafes up here generally look like that, so just having good food and stuff doesn't just cut it I guess..." Nibbling on his third crepe, he considered what he had said. "Maybe you could do a theme cafe..."
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Post by france on Jun 9, 2011 1:18:31 GMT
"A theme? Hm?" Another crepe made.
The pauses , thinking about his little shop. It was plain but open he thought. Perhaps he could use with a little livening up.
"well what would you suggest?"
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 12, 2011 3:20:10 GMT
"U-um...well, for example, in this country from before the flood called Japan, there were these cafes where the waiters and waitresses dressed up, and the style of the cafe would match it. Like...I dunno, maids were apparently popular. And the cafe would look like a manor or something...kinda weird, but its a bit fascinating they actually went through with it..."
Alfred softly shrugged, making another crepe with a small noise at the taste. "But I know there's nothin like that on this island anywhere, so the novelty might be enough to draw people in."
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Post by france on Jun 17, 2011 12:22:57 GMT
Francis finishes his last crepe and dries his fingers, thoughts of the possibilities now pushing out the thoughts of asking the boy to stay from his head.
"Maids? hm. We would need outfits for each of them, and girls to fill them. I have been needing help..." He was already thinking what kinds of fabric would be needed, and who he would ask to come up wit the pattern. Who did he know that was handy with a needle?
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