[France is sitting back in one of the restaurant rooms he found, sipping wine, as Frenchmen tend to do, and musing to himself. Music about the city he had been in before coming back here, and everything that was going on
( Read more... )
Mm, you want the honest answer or the easy one? Either way, I think I got teleported here instead of where I was meaning to go...so forgive my current outfit.
[Mind if she sits? She'll do it anyway.]
Need to talk about what's eating you, or has it already been talked to death?
"Wine! How nice!", the Spanish Empire exclaimed with a wide grin on his face as he stumbled upon one of the Frances sitting in one of the many kitchens... restaurants... whatever it was, it had food and delicious wine and thus the Iberian felt almost naturally drawn to those places anyways. "Mind me joining you, amigo?", Antonio asked, inclining his head slightly to the side as tipped his tricorne slightly upwards to allow the Frenchman to see his amusedly gleaming emerald eyes.
He hadn't exactly been expecting the Empire to show, but 'Tonio was still 'Tonio, no matter how much of a jerk he may have been at the time. But such was the case with all empires.
The Iberian chuckled softly at the other's words and took a seat at the table Francis was already sitting at, taking his hat off to put it beside him onto the tabletop. It always felt good to be around one of his old friends, no matter from what weird world they came from.
"I fell better.", Antonio explained and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he pulled his white shirt's collar slightly to the side to reveal a bandage that was obviously wrapped around his chest - a reminder of his last encounter with one of the Britons he had met. "But apart from that I am pretty fine, si. And what about you?"
"Eet's good to see you're healing up. And I am doing very well~" he said, taking another sip of wine, and flagging down a waiter to get Antonio a glass as well. "Well. Well for where I am now. Ze bad touch trio just eezn't ze same wissout you zere," he explained, his tone a bit pouty.
[[ooc: I-I love Empire Spain. Wai you so sexy >>]]
Comments 26
[Have a female America dressed in a plain white dressing gown.] Or a little of both?
Reply
[Well hello~]
And how are you today, ma cherie?
Reply
[Mind if she sits? She'll do it anyway.]
Need to talk about what's eating you, or has it already been talked to death?
Reply
[Chuckle]
Oh, nozzing's really bozzering me. I'm just missing an old friend of mine, zat's all.
Reply
"Mind me joining you, amigo?", Antonio asked, inclining his head slightly to the side as tipped his tricorne slightly upwards to allow the Frenchman to see his amusedly gleaming emerald eyes.
Reply
"Please do! How have you been, mon ami?"
Reply
"I fell better.", Antonio explained and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he pulled his white shirt's collar slightly to the side to reveal a bandage that was obviously wrapped around his chest - a reminder of his last encounter with one of the Britons he had met. "But apart from that I am pretty fine, si. And what about you?"
Reply
[[ooc: I-I love Empire Spain. Wai you so sexy >>]]
Reply
Leave a comment