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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 16, 2012 13:31:34 GMT -5
The designer noted how the room was locked, he didn't like feeling trapped but it felt safe in this old big room and with Matthew's shy tendencies, there was truly nothing to fear. The Frenchman reminded himself calmly.
Francis smiled at Matthew's reserved reaction, how cute~, and then he nodded politely at the taller man's offer. "I would love a glass, merci."
And then Francis began to make himself at home, he took off his hat and jacket and placed them on the table and then he pulled out two chairs, one for himself and the one beside it for Matthew. Francis didn't even realise how close he had the chairs to each other. He was so naturally used to private conversations with skin practically touching.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Feb 19, 2012 0:48:41 GMT -5
Matthew nodded to the other, flashing a quick smile before walking towards one of the far corners of the room; the same place where the water-container and cups were located. He grabbed two of the plastic cups from the dispenser, beginning to fill both of them up with water.
It didn't take too long, but a few seconds, and Matthew found himself wandering back to the table and where the elder man was situated; placing the cups down by each seat. "S-so, what is it you wanted to talk about? Pardon my odd behaviour, but..." he hesitated before speaking again, "I don't usually get strangers walking up to me about what I do."
Were those the words he was looking for? The blond wasn't quite sure, but it was the best he could muster at that moment. It was a bit of an awkward situation for him, almost like the time with Ivan. Though, Matthew was the one to begin conversation this time. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 26, 2012 23:45:03 GMT -5
"If one of us is guilty of odd behaviour, I would most like take the verdict. After all, I am the stranger who swooped in asking questions about what you do, I don't even have a badge to force you to tell me."
Francis took the glass of water and drank it happily. After resting it back down on the table, he looked at Matthew, still standing, and the seat. He smiled patiently, may as well cut to the chase.
"But yes, I am asking you about this because, like I said earlier, I have a personal interest in the matter...My interest lies in the question if there are bots that have passed through your refuge or not. And if they have any...particular qualities?" |
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Post by Matthew Williams on Feb 27, 2012 12:08:16 GMT -5
Matthew smiled slightly, pulling out the seat slightly and seating himself therein. Francis made a good point, it wasn't like he was forcing anything out of him. It made the blond relax that much more. It was becoming increasingly clear that he meant no harm. And despite having only known him for minutes, the blond was a good judge of character for the most part.
"I-If I may ask, what do you mean by 'personal interest'?" he posed the question, grabbing his own cup; taking a quick sip before holding it on his lap. Then, he had to think.
Particular qualities? He hadn't seen a bot in a long time, now that he thought about it. "C-can't say that I have, no." Matthew shook his head in earnest, a questioning look upon his face. Though, he did not want to press for any other reasoning. Figuring that if the other had more to say that he would elaborate. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 28, 2012 10:56:47 GMT -5
Francis sighed softly to himself mostly out of desapointement, he wanted so desperately to find someone else who noticed something about the bots...He thought maybe this refuge would have own a couple of renegade bot or something...
But then again, it is always possible that a bot would come by in the future. He would have to keep tabs on this Matthew Williams, make sure that if anything does come up the timid young man would let Francis know.
Francis stood from his seat, and spoke animatedly, and by the end of his little declaration he held out his hand in front of the other.
"My personal interest is of little matter at this moment, but...I truly do appreciate you telling me all this. I want to help you in your cause. Sign me up as a volunteer!" He flashed his biggest smile. |
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Post by Matthew Williams on Feb 28, 2012 18:02:57 GMT -5
Matthew frowned apologetically, "S-Sorry, wish I could be of more help." And he really did, even if Francis wouldn't talk about his personal interest in the situation. That apologetic face and voice took on even more when the man asked to volunteer.
He sputtered, waving a hand in front of his own face in protest at the display and affirmation. "I-I couldn't possibly ask you to do s-such a thing!" Matthew also verbally protested against the notion. It wasn't that Francis didn't seem trust-worthy; it just did not feel right to have someone help out when you barely knew the person at all.
There was simply no way he could accept. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 1, 2012 21:26:14 GMT -5
Francis blinked at the other, the look of surprise was adament. People rarely refused his help, even out of obvious politeness that Matthew Williams based his refusal on. Francis chuckled. "Oh but I want to help, mon ami. I don't offer help, unless I truly plan on it. That was why I pulled you aside. I like the idea of a secret underground refuge, it sounds as if you need a secret benefactor, and that's what I am here for~"
He smiled again. "And beside, it is rude to refuse such an offer from a Bonnefoy. We take charity very very seriously. BonneVie has hosted hundreds of charitable events and-" Francis stopped in mid-sentence, he let slip the name of his company. Ahhh....this is why he shouldn't ramble. He wanted to keep his indentity a secret just a little bit longer. Oh well, the cat's out of the bag as they say. |
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 1, 2012 23:03:04 GMT -5
Matthew honestly couldn't come up with a physically sound retort. His shoulders sagged slightly in response. He needed the help, Matthew knew this quite well in fact. But, he was simply too reserved to ever expect or accept help when offered; having been doing this for so long by himself. And he wanted to continue to oppose the notion. "M-maybe so, but still, I really couldn't..." he attempted once more.
All of a sudden, Matthew stopped; shoulders tensing as he stared at Francis for a moment. Did he just say BonneVie? Oh, why did that sound so familiar?
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It clicked.
Eyes went wide in realisation as his mouth open and shut a few times. He didn't mean to be rude by his reaction but this was... oh, God. How could he have NOT noticed. Matthew walked past signs everywhere every day. He went to the mall in the Western Sector whenever he could for a walk. Suddenly, it all clicked why everything sounded so familiar to him.
"Y-y-you're... y-you... you." Matthew stuttered, completely taken for a loop. Maybe it was rude to decline, but how could he ever accept something from someone such as this?! That was the last thing on his mind at the moment now, though. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 1, 2012 23:46:03 GMT -5
Francis laughed awkwardly. This...happened to him often enough, normally quicker but- oh well. May as well do the whole show. Despite the fact that sometimes Francis wanted to hide away his identity and pretend himself to be one of the more common folk, he also loved playing up his role.
"Francis Bonnefoy, CEO of BonneVie, I would like to say the biggest name in the fashion industry, but that would be rather vain of moi, wouldn't you think so?"
He even twirled for the lucky bastard who Francis had decided that from that day on would be his friend. So that Matthew could always look back and admire Francis's wonderful spinning physique. Okay, it was a tad much but Francis wasn't a world class designer by always thinking thing through or by not being spontaneous! |
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 2, 2012 0:47:21 GMT -5
Matthew just continued to gape at Francis. Of all things that were to happen to him today, this was most certainly not what he expected to be on the agenda. It wasn't a bad surprise, not by a long stretch. The other almost seemed to command the room after the declaration; twirling and announcing himself formally.
After a moment, the blond finally managed to compose himself ever so slightly. He pointed to Francis, opened his mouth to say something and then realised pointing was extremely rude. Immediately lowering his hand back down.
Vain wasn't the word he could think of. While Matthew himself may have not had much fashion sense (seriously, who worried about fashion in this district?) BonneVie was well known and well admired in the lower districts, their products even desired by most. This was most certainly a very...surprisinging encounter.
"I-I...I-I'm M-Matthew..." he stopped, flushed ever slightly and face-palmed.
Stupid. You already introduced yourself earlier.
"B-b-but, I just don't understand. W-why would you help me of all people? A-aren't there better charities out there? One's that could use the help a bit more?" a brief wave of courage wafted by him as he managed to breathe out those words. He wasn't going to just accept this without fighting it first.
"I work. I-I'm perfectly capable of supporting my side projects. he nodded.
It was just so wrong to accept help from someone. How could he? It was simply far too much to ask. Even if he knew Francis was well off and more than capable. What if something happened suddenly and the Frenchman found himself in a bad financial situation? It happened to the best of people, even his parents.
Though he highly doubted that his company would fold, really. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 6, 2012 22:39:42 GMT -5
Francis smiled widely at the other's reaction, in fact he had to suppress one of his more girlish giggles at the sight of him face-palming. Well that was far more entertaining than he had expected it to be...And so very adorable!
The Frenchman winked at the other. "While I am more than certain you can handle things on your own, but like many things in life two is better than one, oui?"
No innuendoes there, he chuckled a little at himself. |
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 6, 2012 22:54:13 GMT -5
If Matthew could feel anymore embarrassed than he already was, than he probably would. In fact, the blond had taken to placing his face in his hands, hoping that maybe everything would just go away within moments. Wishful thinking on his part, most likely, but better than facing the current issue head on.
He lifted his face just in time to see Francis wink, ""While I am more than certain you can handle things on your own, but like many things in life two is better than one, oui?" The flush that had been there previously came back two-fold as he sputtered, stiffening and looking throughly embarrassed yet again. "W-what?! W-well, maybe but, you know, s-still...um..."
Matthew had nothing; out of retorts and out of the will to fight it if it was simply going to lead to him making more of a fool of himself. "S-sorry." he hung his head, trying to not make eye contact. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 15, 2012 1:45:07 GMT -5
Francis grinned without any shame. He placed his hand on Matthew's back. "There, there. So, I expect to be working with you~" Francis would have added 'on a intimate level' if it wasn't for the fact that Matthew already looked so embarrassed. Alors~ Francis would be nice to his new friend and cut him some slack.
"So where is this secret refuge~?" |
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 15, 2012 17:50:02 GMT -5
Matthew mumbled to himself, natural colour returning to his face at long last. He had lost, and as much as he hated it, knew it would be better for him in the long run. No, not only him; Matthew understood that this would benefit them aswell. That fact made him a smidgen more accepting, but nevertheless still felt his pride falling slightly apart.
"M-my place. I can take you there if you have time..." the blond offered, sitting up straight and taking a long and nervous sip from his glass.
No matter what, he still found himself a bit wary. If things got bad, at least he knew it would be on his terms. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 8, 2012 20:40:30 GMT -5
"If there is anything I have, Mathieu, it is time." Francis prided himself on basically having complete control over his schedual. He was the boss, and no secretary could tell him that paperwork ran his company, if fact that was why he never had a secretary for long. After a while most of them give up and call it a day.
"I am all yours~" He winked flirtatiously as he started to walk to the door.
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