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[re_di_follia]

There was no sound, no sound at all-- save for the subtle rhythm of the keyboard, keys clacking as the blonde, the only man in his room, pressed his fingers over the contraption, fingers dancing to make words on the monitor in front of him.

Of course, it is of no concern to any of to any of you, but I suppose this is the only place that I--No.

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[mistyfrog]

The male had leaned himself closer to the small computer, watching as a small box appeared on the screen. He squinted, carefully reading the text. It was difficult since it was still late at night and the lighting was never to good in the room anyway.
Staring at the screen he let out a light sigh.So the Fake Prince was going to bother him once more, hm?
Not like training and getting stabbed by his idiotic brother for the entire day was any better.

Slowly, the frog-headed male hovered his fingers over the keys, watching as one by one they pressed down, a letting forming on the screen before him.

Oi. It's late at night...

He let out a light yawn, wanting to rest so badly.
But first he had to finish this response.

What does the Fake King want now...?

[re_di_follia]

He blinked as the tab blinked orange; honestly, at this time of night, he didn't really expect any response so quickly-- who was it, that was up in this godforsaken hour?

Ah, the uncute kouhai. In the first place, he would have questioned how he got on his contacts list anyway, but that really wasn't important-- he was, after all, the first person to reply to him. It was fine, as long as he had someone to talk to, right?

After a moment or two of contemplation, he went to deselect the Select All option, clicking onto the tab that was labeled Fran-kun. Reading through the message, he frowned, silently rebuking the other's words in his head-- then typed out that rebuke.

If 'it's late', then you should get off if you don't want messages sent to you. Just what is Fran-kun doing up so late right now, anyway?

Pausing for a moment, he shifted in his chair; should he answer the frog's question, or wait for a reply first?

Finally, he tapped his fingers on the keyboard;

It's just something that INo. Delete. Sighing at his lack of skill

[mistyfrog]

He watched as the text on the bottom of the screen had shown that he was typing. Though it suddenly stopped.
Like he was not typing at all...or just simply turned it off.

Anyway, the male slowly leaned back on the chair letting out another yawn. Glancing at the screen he had seen that it was already past midnight. Though he grew tired he still stayed up.

Minutes had past and there was no reply yet. Fran hovered his fingers on the keyboard and squinted up as he wrote each word.

Oi. Is the Fake King even alive?

He sure did hope the other was still there...watching as he typed and made his simple activity check post.

[re_di_follia]

At the comment, he rolled his eyes; ah, that frog really was amusing. After retyping his first comment, he tapped the enter key, waiting for it to send before sending another commment.

If it's late, then you should get off if you don't want messages sent to you. Just what is Fran-kun doing up so late right now, anyway?

Of course I'm alive; I really couldn't be sending you a message if I weren't, could I?

After sending both comments, he kept his fingers poised over the keyboard, contemplating for a moment before setting them down on his arm rests. There wasn't really much else to say, right?

Well, anyway, all that was left was to wait for the uncute kouhai's reply-- either that, or wait for someone else to reply to him as well. Whichever came first.

[[ooc.; woops, forgot to mention that he sent it xD ;3; ILU FRANNNN. /feels loved. ]]

[bel_di_principe]

-am busy.

Lips parted into a wide, wide grin as he leaned over Rasiel, finishing the sentence he had started to type out already, and then leaned against his back, using him to balance himself at the rather odd angle, and then went to close out the page, before opening up a new internet page.

[re_di_follia]

..... Oh, well then.

He huffed quietly, turning over to look at his brother for a moment, and mumbled under his breath, lifting a palm to his face.

".. And my brother's a fag."

[bel_di_principe]

Frowning, he leaned down, biting Rasiel lightly on his neck before going back to what he was doing, pulling up various hotels, cruise lines, and such on the computer screen.

..pff-wtf are you planning D;<

[re_di_follia]

Eyes widened and he let out a quiet squeak as he felt his neck being bitten, and he looked up toward the other with a look of disdain, before glancing back toward the screen. An eyebrow lifted, and he turned his form to face the other, frowning.

"What in the world are you doing?"