Napoleonic Wars Round 2
WHO: Jared, Emiliana, Leon and Francis (my poor Frenchman.)
WHEN: March 5th, afternoon
WHERE: Jared and Emiliana's apartment
WHAT: French Intervention of Mexico, take two.
Leon closed Francis' laptop with a snap, grinning wickedly ear to ear as he eyed his worn out nephew dozing on the couch. It seemed the boy couldn't even take a late night out in the cold without exhausting himself and really, Leon was becoming less and less impressed with him as time went on. So, when he went to get ready- showered, hair combed neatly to the side and moustache twirled at least a dozen times- Francis wasn't exactly conscious enough to stop him walking right out the door (snatching up the moped's keys along the way).
The internet was wonderful for lots of things. Porn, porn, porn and- finding out where beautiful women lived rather easily. Charleston, room 4D- it seemed simple enough and the distance between Lakeview and that complex he could have easily walked! Of course, then he would have gotten his boots dirty and that simply wouldn't do with meeting an exotic woman such as this Emiliana. Oh he could feel the grin on his face growing as he approached the apartment building.
"Quaint..." Leon murmured to himself, wetting his lips and starting up into the building. His feet carried him quickly as soon as he figured out where he needed to be- and he stood in front of the door only minutes after. One hand in his coat, back straight, he cleared his throat, rapping his fist against the door.
Oh how he couldn't wait to lay eyes on her.
WHEN: March 5th, afternoon
WHERE: Jared and Emiliana's apartment
WHAT: French Intervention of Mexico, take two.
Leon closed Francis' laptop with a snap, grinning wickedly ear to ear as he eyed his worn out nephew dozing on the couch. It seemed the boy couldn't even take a late night out in the cold without exhausting himself and really, Leon was becoming less and less impressed with him as time went on. So, when he went to get ready- showered, hair combed neatly to the side and moustache twirled at least a dozen times- Francis wasn't exactly conscious enough to stop him walking right out the door (snatching up the moped's keys along the way).
The internet was wonderful for lots of things. Porn, porn, porn and- finding out where beautiful women lived rather easily. Charleston, room 4D- it seemed simple enough and the distance between Lakeview and that complex he could have easily walked! Of course, then he would have gotten his boots dirty and that simply wouldn't do with meeting an exotic woman such as this Emiliana. Oh he could feel the grin on his face growing as he approached the apartment building.
"Quaint..." Leon murmured to himself, wetting his lips and starting up into the building. His feet carried him quickly as soon as he figured out where he needed to be- and he stood in front of the door only minutes after. One hand in his coat, back straight, he cleared his throat, rapping his fist against the door.
Oh how he couldn't wait to lay eyes on her.