Intro! Confused Big Brother is confused.

[roseguillotine]

...I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to students...
...I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to students...
...I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to students, I will not show my chest to

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[evenburnssouls]

[...Let's see. Just how many people does he know that would walk around with a large blade sticking out of their arm? Exactly -okay, quite a few, really, but between the outfit and the hair and the shape of the blade- one. For a moment, he debates whether he should really sneak up on Francis when he is so obviously on his guard, but sometimes more times than he'd care to admit the delinquent wins.

So he moves quietly, masking his wavelength as much as he can (because, he thinks, he really needs to learn proper Soul Protect) until he's behind Francis.]

Boo.

[roseguillotine]

[ Oh Arthur, that's a horrible idea. Good job at making an awful tactical decision. ]

[ ...He's also very lucky that Francis happens to be fairly level headed when it's important. It's the only thing keeping him from aiming at the nearest throat -- it's hard to get answers when the person you intend to ask them to is choking on their own blood. So instead, when he spins towards him with a bit of a start, the edge of that blade swings around to pause just short of cutting range. ]

[ Of course, after he sees who it is, the blade disappears in a flash, and his expression goes from dire to mildly relieved. ]

A-Arthur! What are you doing here...!?

[evenburnssouls]

[He's fairly excellent at poor tactical decisions. Thankfully, he is also excellent at good ones, so as soon as he sees Francis begin to move, he's stepping back and leaning away from that blade.]

I could ask you the same question. You didn't get sent on a mission too, did you?

[He straightens as soon as the blade goes away, quirking an eyebrow at Francis.]

[roseguillotine]

No, I was just -- uh. W-well, yes. Yes, I suppose that you could say that. [ He smiles almost uncomfortably, as he rubs at his forehead suddenly with his wrist, effectively rubbing off most of the chalk. Or, well. Most of it. Probably.]

[ Then his expression goes a little more serious, as he steps closer to Arthur so as to give him a good poke in the forehead. ]

Anyway, what would make you sneak up on me like that? Idiot. Do you know nothing? [ And then a pause. ] ..Though, if you could tell Big Brother where we are right now, he would be very grateful.

[finelyfeathered]

[Of course the moment Francis decided to leave his room he found another version of himself storming out of a room looking none too pleased.

'Judging by the look on his face, there's no doubt that he's a newcomer. Perhaps I can be of some assistance.' The bird looked up at the other and let out a coo.]

[roseguillotine]

[ ... ]

[ A... peacock? ]

[ He looks around for a moment, as if an explanation is just floating about somewhere, before looking back down to the bird. Did he concuss himself back in his classroom? Or fell asleep, maybe? ]

[ ...Oh well. Might as well go with it. Maybe it's someone's pet. ]

[ He kneels down, blade disappearing from his arm swiftly. ]

Bonjour, petit oiseau! [ He greets, humoring himself more than anything by trying to converse with a bird. ] Big Brother is a little bit lost. I wonder if you could tell me where I am~

[ Of course, he's not really expecting any kind of intelligent response. ]

[finelyfeathered]

[Tempting fate like that doesn't go unanswered. The peacock nods and motions towards another open room, letting out a squawk that sounds oddly close to "cuisine".]

[roseguillotine]

[That was.. weird. Did it just give him an answer?]

[He stands after a moment or two of consideration, glancing in the direction that was gestured to, then nods towards the peacock and begins towards that door. He just sort of assumes it will follow, but. It's just a bird, right?]

(Either before or after Arthur, whichever is more interesting?) (Also shhh your post is awesome)

[freddygetyergun]

[HEY FUCKFACE FRANCIS. Guess who it is? Guess guess.

Guess.

Guuuueeeessssssssssssssssss

Totally your absolute favorite person in the world, right?

Alfred's got a sugar cane juice box and is leaning against a wall, looking uncharacteristically quiet and solemn. It doesn't look like he noticed Francis... yet.]

( sfjk I lol'd by the way. Also, after sounds fine~ 8D;; )( and ffffthankss <3 )

[roseguillotine]

[Hey, HEY, Future Boyfriend Stealer.

youknowwhoI'mtalkin'about.

If Gatling Gun Death Scythe didn't trump Guillotine, there would so totally be a fist in your face right now.

Jeeeeerrrrrk so much hate right now.]

[Still, Francis might be looking just the slightest bit smug when he spies the bastard Jones from around a corner he just turned. Most probably because he just spent the night with Arthur. Though, a bit of that smugness disappears when he remembers that Alfred is the one thing that kept him from being able to put his hand down Arthur's pants. FRANCIS HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN COCKBLOCKED DSFHJKDFH.]

...Jones.

[Is all he says, as he tucks his hands away in his back pockets and fixes himself with a strained smile.]

( \o/ )

[freddygetyergun]

[To his credit, Alfred doesn't crush the juice box or anything like that. He kinda wants to, but he needs his energy and there is still delicious sugar water left in that box.]

Bonnefoy. Didn't expect to see you around. [yet he doesn't seem all that surprised either.]

[roseguillotine]

[Francis would have rather enjoyed seeing him get splattered with the remaining juice.]

Ah, but of course, mon cher. [That sentiment is dripping in sarcasm.] I will always go to where Arthur is. Big Brother does like to make sure that he is alright at all times.