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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 27, 2012 0:02:10 GMT -5
Francis placed the one new measurement into memory. "I'm not going to molest you, just because you have exposed skin now." He chuckled, hoping to lighten this heavy atmosphere. He did the other arm as he was talking. Next was the torso.
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Post by arthur on Feb 8, 2012 0:56:15 GMT -5
"Hmph." Arthur's eyes slid shut, a cross look still planted firmly on his face. "Get on with it, then, you smarmy bastard." He muttered, knowing that Francis would hear him. He kept his eyes shut, not wanting to see the look of pity he knew just had to be coming.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 12, 2012 1:20:47 GMT -5
Francis mouth dropped a little when he saw the scars on Arthur's back. But he quickly composed himself. Honestly he hadn't expected Arthur to have...something like that. He swallowed. Francis wanted to think that the scar was some sort of freak accident, but...it was too much to not be someone's sick design.
He sighed softly and then pressed the tape, continuing with his work.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 12, 2012 2:06:13 GMT -5
Francis had momentarily paused to stare at a certain wound, the skin looked marred it was perhaps the most bizarre scar he had ever seen in his life. Arthur's voice snapped him out of it. "Non, Arthur. Calm down. I'm not...skittish?." He wasn't certain about the word, but he thought it was the right one.
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Post by arthur on Feb 23, 2012 21:06:26 GMT -5
"I know you're not skittish." Arthur grumped, rolling his eyes. "Just get on with it. I have other things to attend to today that don't involve my being shirtless around you." His eyes once more fixed on a distant spot. After another pause he turned his head, catching Francis looking at the burn. ". . . Just be silent about it and do your job."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 23, 2012 21:50:53 GMT -5
Now that he was ordered to be silent, Francis didn't want to be. (But he did continue his job, because Francis was a professional.) He was planning on being respectful and not prying into personal affairs but now one of those argumentative sparks he's always felt around Arthur was lit.
But still, Francis wasn't looking for a fight. "...How old were you?"
It seemed a simple enough question, and the Frenchman couldn't help but hope he wasn't over stepping his boundaries.
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Post by arthur on Feb 24, 2012 14:37:53 GMT -5
Arthur paused for a long moment, shutting his eyes slowly. ". . . Fifteen." He answered simply, his shoulders tensing with the word. "Fifteen and eleven days."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 26, 2012 23:14:00 GMT -5
Francis hummed to himself. "You were much older than me..." He couldn't help but comment on this fact, Francis wondered how different his life would have been if he had lost his legs later in life. He would have grown up a lot more vain than he already was. He couldn't help but sigh at the thought. Perhaps he would have been a better CEO for BonneVie...
His blue eyes went down the to scar on Arthur's back, but then agin there was no compairaison. Francis accident was just that an accident, that cost him his legs and his father.
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Post by arthur on Feb 27, 2012 2:05:59 GMT -5
Arthur gave a little shrug, turning his head away. "It's nothing." He commented after a long moment. "It was my payment for my company." He shook his head a bit, eyes sliding to the floor and biting his tongue, lest he comment how lucky Francis was.
How lucky he was to be able to inherit something without being hated by your family for it.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 1, 2012 15:13:58 GMT -5
"Was it worth it?" the words left his mouth before he could stop himself, Francis bit his tongue. Something about Arthur always brought out the worst in him...For the Frenchman being blunt and straight forward without thinking is the worst combination in his opinion.
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Post by arthur on Mar 1, 2012 22:49:54 GMT -5
"You ask as though I had a choice." Arthur snapped, turning head to glare at the other man. His eyes narrowed and he completely tensed. "If you're quite done, I'll be heading home now." Venom laced his tone, and he marched away, grabbing the shirt again.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 1, 2012 23:16:23 GMT -5
Francis visibly winced at his tone and he may have let him walk out that door if he didn't get that one last look at Arthur's back. "We always have a choice, Arthur. If not then, but now." He didn't speak very loudly, in fact it was a rather very quite tone from the normally boisterous Frenchman. He couldn't help but hope, that Arthur didn't hear a single word that his stupid mouth said.
Even though, he couldn't say he regretted voicing his opinion, and that lack of regret probably propelled him to step forward and grab the older man's wrist, this was rather bold of Francis, because if he was one hundred percent honest with himself. Arthur Kirkland intimidated him, but, good thing Francis was a gifted liar.
"And non, we are not done."
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Post by arthur on Mar 1, 2012 23:24:20 GMT -5
Arthur twisted his wrist abruptly, grabbing onto Francis' upper arm and stepping closer, staring him in the eye. "You don't have a choice, Bonnefoy," he stepped forward, tightening his grip slightly. "When your older brothers pin you down."
The Englishman stepped closer once more, trying to back Francis against the nearby wall. "And tear off your shirt." His voice kept lowering, until it was a mere growl.
"And brand you."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 2, 2012 1:40:12 GMT -5
Blue eyes widen in surprise when Arthur, suddenly turned around and grabbed him. His voice was caught in his throat as Arthur started steering him towards the wall.
His heart quickened, and Francis had to do his best not to think back to his days in school. But words painted on a locker flashed before his eyes.
And brand you?
"Stop it." Francis clenched his fists his head was lowered, he couldn't meet Arthur's eyes.
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Post by arthur on Mar 2, 2012 1:47:25 GMT -5
Arthur squeezed a bit more before dropping Francis' arm and stepping back. He let out a slow breath, running his hand through his hair. "You shouldn't ask about things that don't concern you, Francis." He commented quietly, grabbing at the shirt on the floor. "It will only get you in trouble."
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