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la_grand_vie October 18 2010, 09:12:50 UTC
Francis Bonnefoy could only smile, greeting the familiar student with a smile and a strong hug before he too returned the kisses. Feliciano had been his student for far too long, and between the accidental love potions and being a bit of a klutz- the loving professor had taken the Italian in as somewhat of a younger, helpless brother type. "Feliciano~" he hummed.

"What brings you to my class?" he questioned, holding the Italian's shoulder and putting them at arm's length, beaming a smile at the student. "Need help with something? You know big brother is happy to help!"

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loves_pasta October 18 2010, 09:28:35 UTC
Feliciano nodded vigourously, giving the teacher a smile just as wide back, though his was tinged with a smidgen of nervousness. "Yes, I need help with something very, very important." He cast a look behind him at the door as if making sure it was only them in the classroom. He couldn't have what he was about to discuss get out after all. It would be so embarrassing, tabboo to some.

"You're good with stuff like love, right fratello miggiore?" The student's smile morphed into a nervous teen grin, eyes adverted and cheeks pink. The look of a boy smitten, head over heels in love. " 'cause I sorta need help confessing to someone." A pause and shaky breath because here was the supposely scandlous part. "A-actually it's more like two different someones..."

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la_grand_vie October 18 2010, 18:04:44 UTC
Deep blue eyes watched Feliciano carefully and Francis started to laugh, hurrying over to his door and closing it tight. "Why Feliciano! I have been just waiting for this day!" he said happily, hurrying over to the back of his classroom where a whole myriad of different cabinets and shelves filled with different bottles, flasks, and vials could be seen. He started picking through them quickly, humming to himself.

"And two you say? Who are the lucky girls~?"

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loves_pasta October 19 2010, 00:32:07 UTC
Feliciano shrank back into his robes with a blush, trying to cover the offending color with his scarf in hopes Francis wouldn't take notice. Of course, anyone would assume it was girls he'd fallen for since he spent so much time 'flirting' with them.

"A-actually... It'stwoboys" he corrected in a fast whisper.

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