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Who: Yako Katsuragi [topslug] and YOU
When: The week of March 10th-March 16th. Just indicate the day and time in the subject of the thread.
Where: All over Siren's Port.
Summary: For someone who's just turned 20, Yako's been feeling awfully tired lately.
Warnings: PG13 to be safe.

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March 11th, afternoon-ish, and random meeting on the streets sound good?

[paysdelamour]

Francis had another impulse to take a random walk throughout the city, and so he had, traversing across Sector 4. He'd been feeling even more restless now that he had most of the afternoons to himself to do whatever he wished - as long as he was at Lion's Gate before the sirens each night, he had nothing much planned for any of his days. He wanted desperately to enjoy his time in the sun, thus the walk.

What he didn't expect was to bump into someone as he turned the corner.

"Ah, pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle!" He immediately went to apologize, but as he looked at the girl, he paused. This woman was familiar somehow. It was in her face, he could have sworn he'd seen her face-- wait, if he just put short hair on her for a moment-- of course! "... Yako, ma belle, is that you?"

sounds good to me! power-triggering, or just hanging out like bros? o/

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"Mr Bonnefoy?" The surprise on Yako's face melted away, replaced by a warm, familiar smile. She lifted one hand to brush her hair out of her face and tuck it behind one ear, back to where it had been before Francis bumped into her.

"Yeah, it's me!" For a moment, that grin turned mildly self-conscious. "I guess I do look a little different, huh?"

Putting it lightly. Of course, she couldn't quite explain how she'd come about the sudden image change: whether or not powers were common here, she'd feel a little bit awkward explaining Akane to anyone who hadn't known Neuro. It was just one of those things.

Power triggering pleeeeeeease <3

[paysdelamour]

"Oh please, call me Francis!" Francis smiled brightly at her, placing one gentle kiss on the air near each cheek, as was the custom in France when greeting friends. It had been a long time since he'd seen her and it was obvious in his face that he was very happy to see her.

"You look as beautiful as always, amie." Another grin locked onto his face as he admired her. "The long hair looks wonderful on you! Not that short hair didn't." He gave a small laugh, his smile still just as bright, though it had a little more of the qualities of a smirk.

"But how have you been? I haven't seen you in so long! You promised you'd visit me and you haven't yet!" To emphasize his point, he gave her a soft, teasing pout. "I've missed you, ma belle!"

lol welp I HOPE THIS TAG IS OKAY let me know if not o9

[topslug]

The man was as affectionate as ever, which made Yako feel alternately a little embarrassed and a little flattered. When Francis leaned in towards her, Yako couldn't quite help jerking a little in surprise-- enough for her cheek to brush ever-so-lightly against Francis' as it passed by.

A curious thing, then: a jolt, like static electricity passing between them. Yako was about to respond to Francis, still half-smiling, when her knees suddenly folded up beneath her, half-collapsing onto the ground.

"Ah--!" The look on her face was nothing short of pure astonishment. For no reason she could think of, she felt like she'd just finished running a six-mile marathon.

[paysdelamour]

As their cheeks brushed together, Francis felt the jolt - a spark in between them, arcing from her skin to his. He didn't put much thought into it, and he didn't really pay it any mind, particularly not now, because in the next moment Yako's knees suddenly buckled beneath her. Immediately he tried to catch her, eyes widening. "Yako, ma chère, are you all right?" His eyes showed concern for his dear friend, and he kneeled down next to her, to make absolutely sure she wasn't hurt.

[topslug]

It's easy enough for Francis to catch her, at least, so Yako's fall to the ground isn't as violent as it could have been.

"Oof-- I'm okay, really! Just, uh, probably haven't had enough lunch or something...?" Sheepish laughter. "I feel better now, though." And that was true enough, if you left out the bit where she still felt a bit wobbly.

This had been happening all too frequently, recently...

[paysdelamour]

"Oh, pauvre chèrie... do you want me to make you something?" He frowned a bit, obviously rather concerned - after all, he did care very much for her. She'd bothered to make him something for Valentine's.

If Yako were to tell Francis it had been her birthday recently (*hint hint cough*), then perhaps he'd feel the need to make her a freshly-baked cake.

"Ah, I'm glad you're doing all right now. You had me worried, ma belle!"

[topslug]

Make her something, huh...? It wasn't really a fact she'd been advertising, but-- "Well, it was my birthday just the other day." She grinned, straightening. The prospect of free food of any kind seemed to cheer her right up, the color coming back into her cheeks.

"Though you don't really have to get me anything, you know!"

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"... it was your birthday? And you didn't tell me? Shame on you!" But he grinned, teasing, offering his arm to you. "And just how many birthday kisses do I owe you this year, ma belle?"

"It's not getting you anything if I'm making it myself, is it?"

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"I guess not." Yako rested her hand lightly on Francis' arm, then tilted her head curiously. "I'm twenty years old-- you, er, don't owe me any birthday kisses, though."

[paysdelamour]

"So that settles it. What would you like, yellow cake? Red velvet? Chocolate, white? A birthday girl deserves a cake!"

He chuckled softly at her expression. "Oh, nonsense, everyone should at least have one birthday kiss on the cheek, as a good luck token for the next year!" Francis just loved any excuse to kiss someone on the cheek. He was an extremely kinetic person.

"But twenty, mon dieu... how does it feel to not be a 'teen' anymore? It must feel great, oui?"

[topslug]

"To be honest, I can't say it feels too different." Yako shook her hair, grinning, before she perked up considerably. Cake, after all, was an important matter requiring her undivided attention. The agony of deciding what she wanted the most was almost funny to see, because of the way her brows knit together and she bit her lip.

"I don't really know what kind of cake I want," she admitted, accepting defeat. "I'm sure whatever you make will taste great!"

[paysdelamour]

He chuckled a little bit behind his hand - oh, how cute she was! - and then finally gave up hiding it when Yako admitted she couldn't decide. "Well that is no problem, petite, I'll figure out something." Quietly he pondered his options, then nodded softly. "Mm... I think I'm in the mood to make a chocolate cake! With chocolate frosting of course." ... okay, maybe this was an excuse to have chocolate. But he was sure Yako wouldn't mind, and Francis was sure it would make her feel a little better - she looked awfully tired.

"Would you mind coming over to my place for a little while? Unless you're busy, ma belle!"

i am the slowest. /)_(\

[topslug]

Normally, Yako would happily agree, particularly considering there was the chance of free food on offer-- but she hesitated, this time, a troubled frown wrinkling her brow.

Regretfully: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bonnefoy-- I do have to get home earlier tonight." She perked up, offering him a big smile. "I'll definitely be looking forward to that cake, though!"

Pfff it's cool

[paysdelamour]

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that..." He frowned, a little upset that he couldn't spend time with his friend. "... mm, then I suppose I'll just have to bring you a cake sometime later this week, oui?" And the frown turned into a smile, as he gently pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "And call me Francis, Yako, Mr. Bonnefoy sounds so stuffy."

[topslug]

For a moment, Yako almost expected to feel the same strange exhaustion that had come over her when Francis had first touched her. When nothing came, she let herself relax, smiling at him with not entirely disguised gratefulness.

"Sorry-- it looks like some habits are hard to get rid of. Francis." The name was still a little clumsy, coming from her, and it clearly took conscious effort not to let her slip back into formality. Laughing sheepishly, she scratches one finger against her cheek. "Well, I guess I can keep practicing."