No, he is not dead. He is only on his way. He has been bleeding through his nose.
He has finally developed those photographs he had Picardy take; if any other nation sees them, it spells disaster for la République française. For they are all double-developed, and are all nudes. To some extent. Of everybody.
But he has walked into Headquarters, and if he ever wakes from this stupor, he will find this adjustment a difficult one.
This Francis, though as much a pervert as his brethren, is generally a gentleman and sly in seduction.
((ooc: hi, this is also
quiet_sonata.))