Intro! Confused Big Brother is confused.

[roseguillotine]

...I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to students...
...I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to students...
...I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to

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(Either before or after Arthur, whichever is more interesting?) (Also shhh your post is awesome)

[freddygetyergun]

[HEY FUCKFACE FRANCIS. Guess who it is? Guess guess.

Guess.

Guuuueeeessssssssssssssssss

Totally your absolute favorite person in the world, right?

Alfred's got a sugar cane juice box and is leaning against a wall, looking uncharacteristically quiet and solemn. It doesn't look like he noticed Francis... yet.]

( sfjk I lol'd by the way. Also, after sounds fine~ 8D;; )( and ffffthankss <3 )

[roseguillotine]

[Hey, HEY, Future Boyfriend Stealer.

youknowwhoI'mtalkin'about.

If Gatling Gun Death Scythe didn't trump Guillotine, there would so totally be a fist in your face right now.

Jeeeeerrrrrk so much hate right now.]

[Still, Francis might be looking just the slightest bit smug when he spies the bastard Jones from around a corner he just turned. Most probably because he just spent the night with Arthur. Though, a bit of that smugness disappears when he remembers that Alfred is the one thing that kept him from being able to put his hand down Arthur's pants. FRANCIS HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN COCKBLOCKED DSFHJKDFH.]

...Jones.

[Is all he says, as he tucks his hands away in his back pockets and fixes himself with a strained smile.]

( \o/ )

[freddygetyergun]

[To his credit, Alfred doesn't crush the juice box or anything like that. He kinda wants to, but he needs his energy and there is still delicious sugar water left in that box.]

Bonnefoy. Didn't expect to see you around. [yet he doesn't seem all that surprised either.]

[roseguillotine]

[Francis would have rather enjoyed seeing him get splattered with the remaining juice.]

Ah, but of course, mon cher. [That sentiment is dripping in sarcasm.] I will always go to where Arthur is. Big Brother does like to make sure that he is alright at all times.

[freddygetyergun]

Right, right! Geeze, I'm so forgetful. [Alfred SIGHS, rubbing the back of his head like he's really embarrassed.] Braginsky, then you, duh.

...Stalker club convention, right?

[roseguillotine]

[He inclines his head slightly, grinning right to his ear.]

Do not be silly, Brother does not need to resort to stalking. Arthur will not often say so, but he actually likes having me around.

[He yawns, as if he's already become bored, though; covering his mouth lightly as he continues a few steps forward.]

You, on the other hand, I cannot imagine what he sees in you.

[freddygetyergun]

[Alfred isn't gonna back down that easily. Hold the line, Hollywood Smile.] I'm adorable as fuck and got a great ass.

[roseguillotine]

[He arches a brow at him, then offers a shrug.]

I suppose you do have to compensate for your deficiencies, somehow. [He taps his own temple with his index finger and whistles.]

I wonder if it is small down there, too.

[freddygetyergun]

Look frenchie I'm gonna tell you what my grandma told me: guys who brag about the size of their teddybears usually got the smallest ones - especially if they bring it up first.

... I'm pretty sure she was actually talking about penises I mean, that's generally what that would mean, right? It had to be a euphemism. I don't think people really argue about stuffed animal sizes unless you had like a life-sized Man O'War Jellyfish because that'd be just radical and-

... Wait were we in the middle of a pissing contest?

[roseguillotine]

Mmm, no one has ever complained about mine before. But then, I am not afraid of show and tell.

...Also, I am a little concerned about the relationship between you and your grandmother, now.. It might explain a lot...

[freddygetyergun]

You know what if everyone else is so fucking happy with it why don't you go back to whatever wretched hive of scum and villainy you crawled out of?

[roseguillotine]

That is because I would rather be here, ruining your fun.

Ah.. but.. if you would like to discuss any problems with your family, my office doors are open...

[He actually almost sounds genuine about that. Teacher's habits die hard.]

[freddygetyergun]

[Deadpan.] Everyone's dead. I was raised by the state and volunteers, dumbass. It's in my file. And no, I'm good, had eighteen years to get used to it.

[He does look like he wants to say something but... Alfred's never been good with words, and he ends up just closing his mouth without saying anything.]

[roseguillotine]

[He waves his hand slightly, as though trying to shut him up through some form of telekinesis.] Eh, do not care, never looked, you are boring.

[He folds his arms behind his head, then, as he watches Alfred with a stare that really doesn't convey any particular emotion, except that he's perhaps considering something.]

...

...

...

... What?

[He finally asks, after a few long, silent moments, with a bit of a relenting sigh. He's been around Arthur for a very long time, he knows that look of wanting to talk but not knowing how.]

[freddygetyergun]

[He doesn't even want to scream and yell - he wants to want to scream and yell and fight. But instead he has this conflicted mess of emotions and he just --

Looks away.]

... Nothing. Don't even pretend you care, alright? It's freaky.

[roseguillotine]

[Francis frowns. Ehh.. He doesn't like the kid, but. Damn. It's no fun being mean to him if he's actually all.. depressed looking. He'd have to revoke his Pseudonym if he didn't care a little bit.]

[Rolling his eyes and rubbing at the back of his neck, he makes his way closer to the other until he's able to stand beside him, leaning against the same wall, though he may reach over to poke Alfred in the side of the head. It's the same thing he does when Arthur annoys him or says something stupid.]

Idiot. If you need to talk, then talk.