It's been a lot since he sat quietly outside.
He's toying with a silver little cross, his own cross, rough and used, but still bright.
On the grass, he's sorrounded by... ash.
His entire body is covered with ash. His hair, his skin, his clothes are glued with a strange ash.
The only things you can see are the blue of his eyes and the red ribbon tieing
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Francis? Where...Where were you? You had me worried, you bloody bastard. I was beginning to think you'd be a child forever.
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I'm sorry.
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From my travel.
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B-But...You were a child! For the past two weeks or so!
Y-You don't remember?!
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*stares at Arthur*
N-no I don't remember!
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You don't remember a thing? What do you remember from the past weeks?
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*looks confused*
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*smirks*
Heheh. You told me I had a lovely voice.
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*coughcough* And you have a lovely voice though *coughcough*
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Come again~?
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Latin...?
I think I'm... completely lost right now, uh.
Lovely voice. Yours. *blushes*
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*Smirks* Perhaps I should sing for you sometime~
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*stands up rubbing his eyes, really nervous now from not remembering this and that*
Am I loosing my mind?
...you know I love serenades.
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