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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 6, 2012 22:51:58 GMT -5
A large, elegant villa nestled in the French countryside. Surrounded on all sides by a garden of lilies, white roses, and hanging purple hyacinth, the villa is where Francis Bonnefoy spends much of his spare time entertaining family, friends, and lovers alike.
Drop in for a visit, won't you?
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Post by Hipster America on Oct 6, 2012 23:04:12 GMT -5
The American knocked loudly on Francis Bonnefoy's door, calling out a quick, 'yo, dude, you home?!' as he did so. "Come ON! Open up, dude!" He complained, scowling a bit as he shifted on his feet, glancing around and feeling a bit stupid at the thought of just standing in front of the Frenchman's house for however long it took the man to open his door. Mostly, he was here because he was bored and Francis had invited him for a visit whenever he felt the need to.
Of course, this wasn't really a need, but then again... He couldn't help it if he was bored. Bored to death - that would happen if the damn French dude didn't open his damn door.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 7, 2012 16:21:23 GMT -5
Singing a sweet French song under his breath and wiping his hand on a spare dish towel, France answered his door brightly.
"Ah! Ah! Mon America! Eet es so good to see you!"
He gathered the man fully into his arms, pressing a warm kiss to his strong jawline. His masculine scent, a faint aroma of leather and sunshine, was intoxicating.
"Eet 'as been too long, you delicious man you. Come een. I've made a batch of cookies zat I know you will looooove!"
Hips swinging tantalizingly, France ushers Alfred into the drawing room and gestures toward a large, soft white sofa.
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Post by Hipster America on Oct 7, 2012 16:51:10 GMT -5
"Woah! Cookies, dude?" Grinning grandly, the man stalked over to the couch and immediately made himself at home, slumping on the couch, splayed out, head tilted back lazily. "I can already smell them... Mm-mm! What kind are they, Frenchie? Are they those awesome chocolate kisses ones? I love those! Especially with peanut butter!"
Slicking back his hair, America pulled off his bomber jacket, setting it aside as he chuckled softly. "Of course, I love all kinds of cookies, so..."
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