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[top_magician]

THE LOVE ME!! MEME


➔ You're walking along the dirty streets and see someone. Not just anyone. The one. You love them. No, seriously, you're suddenly madly in love with them. Who cares who they are, if you know them, if they know you. You are in love, and the whole world (well, okay, mostly just they) need to know about it!
➔ Or in other words: Post a

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[top_magician]

I am so very sorry, muse. Except. Well. Not.

[purgingthree]

[Just passing by, ignoring you. Don't mind.]

5. Dear. Fucking. God.

[top_magician]

[He sees Cross, and is overcome with emotion. Emotion he does not know how to express, but it must be expressed, there is no other way to find peace from this torment.]

Silence is for the dead-it is the last and final lie. “I am done and have no more to say…” But really- they simply have no will with which to speak. No desire to communicate.

[He pauses, stepping far into Cross' personal space.]

Dirty old man or no, I have the desire to speak. You must understand, I cannot keep silent about this.

[The fact that Fran can say all this with complete deadpanned tone and expression should give him creeper bonus points enough.]

FFFFFFFFFFF <3

[purgingthree]

[Cross halts abruptly, and stares at Fran. What?

It would, if Cross was easily creeped.

He stays silent for a moment, backs away, but when Fran doesn't seem to plan to walk away, he decides to speak up.]

...yes?

/going to hell

[whitenighting]

[Distracted with something. And apparently squabbling a bit with the mute golem on his shoulder.]

1.

[top_magician]

[See that Allen? That's Fran now standing right next to you. His usual deadpan is there, so it's impossible to tell something's different about him.]

Allen-san. You should stay with me more.

[That was not a suggestion or a request. It was a statement.]

1/2

[whitenighting]

[See that, Fran? Allen nearly screamed for a moment there. Just jumping a bit in his skin though. Lavi's tamed him a bit to random appearances.]

Fran! Hel-

2/2

[whitenighting]

[Blinklblinkblink. Blank look.]

... What?

[top_magician]

You should be with me. Don't you see? It's perfect after all.

[The creepy deadpanned thing is probably just making this that much more fucking scary. Especially as he takes another step closer.]

[whitenighting]

...

[Staring at you for a moment. And then smiling. Nervously. Very nervously.]

Perfect?

[Implications totally not sinking in. Are you okay...?]

[top_magician]

[And Fran smiles. That alone should worry Allen.]

Yes. Don't worry, I'll keep the dirty old man away from you. I'll even move in to make sure you don't get anywhere near other people. Because we can't have that.

[Fran has decided that Allen must be with him forever at all times. Whether he likes it or not.]

[whitenighting]

[... ... you know, somehow that's both really touching and really creepy, Fran. Allen's patting you on the shoulder now with a nervous grin. Dirty old man is the new name for Cross, huh? Allen kind of likes that...]

Um,... thank you, but that's... okay. I'm sure you have other obligations.

[Waitwait. What. Other people? What. Okay now that is a little scary for real.]

[top_magician]

No, none as important.

[That smile just got a bit creepier.]

You'll always be more important, Allen-san. It's true love after all. I never have any luck with things like this, so I won't let you go. It's okay if you don't feel the same, you will eventually.

[whitenighting]

It's... what?

[No really. Peering at you a bit closely now, Fran. REALLY THINKING YOU'RE NOT OKAY. One of those scroll-things?]

Um... did you touch anything strange lately?

[top_magician]

Does this mean you don't want to be around me, Allen-san?

[His hand is going into his pocket now. He's fully prepared to make you stay if he has to.]

[whitenighting]

[Blinking. This alternating between, well, he does really like you but why are you so creepy?]

Um, no, of course not! Just...

[loltruelove. Going over head again. His plotarmor is protecting his mind a bit longer at least. Well, and being a Victorian prude so much it doesn't even occur to him.]

What you're saying is a little odd, that's all.