[LOG] A French letter et une capote anglaise.
Participants: Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy
Can people just hop in? If you want to experience an English hell, go ahead!
Where: Francis' Apartment (Arthur lives here too!)
When: Time is irrelevant, but let's say some Thursday!
What: Francis decides to get a regular checkup!
Summary: Francis, who was usually in peak physical condition, wasn't feeling well as of late and decided it best to see a doctor to make sure he wasn't suffering from anything serious. He'd arrived at the office and waited for what was perhaps thirty minutes before waltzing into the examination room and taking a seat on the cushy bed that had already been prepared for him, complete with the annoying, waxy, sanitary paper and stair step drawn.
He waited, and stared at the pastel coloured walls until his doctor strolled in and gave the Frenchman a pleased smile.
"Hi there, Francis! I haven't seen you in a while..."
And Francis responded with the regular salutations. An 'allo' and the usual 'I've been fine, but I just wanted a checkup. How are you?'
But then, the doctor asked something Francis had not seen coming...
"Have you been sexually active in the past six months?"
Francis thought. Well, there was that one time with Arthur in the office and then at the fencing studio. And then there was the thought Francis had had about screwing his English partner as soon as he got home from his checkup. Did that even count?
"Ouais, doctor!" he said happily.
But two weeks after his check-up...the happy was wiped clean off Francis' face...
He came home and stared at England blankly, all brilliance had vanished from his usually fervent eyes...
"I have Chlamydia...."
Can people just hop in? If you want to experience an English hell, go ahead!
Where: Francis' Apartment (Arthur lives here too!)
When: Time is irrelevant, but let's say some Thursday!
What: Francis decides to get a regular checkup!
Summary: Francis, who was usually in peak physical condition, wasn't feeling well as of late and decided it best to see a doctor to make sure he wasn't suffering from anything serious. He'd arrived at the office and waited for what was perhaps thirty minutes before waltzing into the examination room and taking a seat on the cushy bed that had already been prepared for him, complete with the annoying, waxy, sanitary paper and stair step drawn.
He waited, and stared at the pastel coloured walls until his doctor strolled in and gave the Frenchman a pleased smile.
"Hi there, Francis! I haven't seen you in a while..."
And Francis responded with the regular salutations. An 'allo' and the usual 'I've been fine, but I just wanted a checkup. How are you?'
But then, the doctor asked something Francis had not seen coming...
"Have you been sexually active in the past six months?"
Francis thought. Well, there was that one time with Arthur in the office and then at the fencing studio. And then there was the thought Francis had had about screwing his English partner as soon as he got home from his checkup. Did that even count?
"Ouais, doctor!" he said happily.
But two weeks after his check-up...the happy was wiped clean off Francis' face...
He came home and stared at England blankly, all brilliance had vanished from his usually fervent eyes...
"I have Chlamydia...."