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[quarterlynx]

Characters: The resident creepers (Haru and France)
Location: Reaper Residences (France's place)
Rating: PG-13, sexual innuendos~
Time: November 6th -- approximately an hour before Leo's meltdown.
Description: France offered his services for Haru's little party, so it's only fair that Haru offers HIS services in return.

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[rightofkings]

Quite frankly, France was kind of tired of all the prudish (or unbecoming) people in Death City too. After his partner left, things just weren't fun. No one even bantered with him the way he wanted them to! So he was only too glad to meet Haru. He knew being nice to Alois (even if Alois was sometimes a brat) would pay off. And some other country wouldn't mind if he borrowed their citizen for a little bit, right? Right.

Since he'd been busy with work and cakes and the like, his hair was tied back. But he made sure his whiskers were trimmed and he smelled nice. Not that he ever wouldn't no matter what anybody (England) might say.

The door opened and France smiled down at his guest, graciously sweeping a hand inside to allow him in. "Bienvenue, Haru! Welcome to my home." He already liked what he could see. It was going to be a good night, he thought! And he damn well deserved it by now.

[quarterlynx]

France definitely had the manners. He was the perfect gentleman. The type of man who could probably swoon the pants off of any lady (or man). But Haru? Well, manners weren't style. It was immediately after he was greeted that the lynx pounced, catching France's stubbled cheeks with his hands and closing the gap to greet him with a less than chaste kiss. Tongue and all.

But he didn't linger, drawing back with a light-hearted chuckle, "Hiya ~ thanks for having me!" He stepped inside, removing his shoes at the door before taking it upon himself to have a self-guided tour of the main rooms available. He was part cat, after all. He had to explore. "Seems nice. De~fi~nite~ly enough room to have pleeenty of night time guests."

Haru suddenly grinned slyly, whirling around to face the man. "Do you, Francechan~?"

[rightofkings]

Not to say France couldn't be perfectly rude, because he had that down to an art form. But he liked Haru. Haru didn't deserve to be France'd at. Chaste kisses weren't his way anyway, so after he gets over the surprise of being pounced (that doesn't happen too often...), he wass more than happy to accept it.

"Aha...Yes, well it's my pleasure." Obviously. The apartment was small for France's taste, but nice for just having one person living in it. Clean, too. He prided himself on being a good host, even if some things might get jostled around in the end. The bedroom was the most interesting place anyway.

So he stood in the living room with his arms folded over his chest as he watched a little. At the question he didn't try very hard at all to look modest and failed spectacularly. "I am le pays de l'amour, after all. Night time guests are kind of my thing." Would he admit that he'd had few since coming to Death City? Nope.

[quarterlynx]

There was the French again. Haru's eyes lit up. He had no idea what France had just said, but it didn't matter. He could probably say a bunch of nonsense in French and Haru would find it hot -- and it didn't hurt that the man was attractive as well. "Hehehe, wellll we speak the same language there~! Normally I charge, but siiince this is all about repaying you, you'll get all my expertise for free. You're in for a good night, I promise~"

Haru hopped up onto the man's couch, resettling himself and drawing his knees to his chest. There would be plenty of time tonight to get down to the real goal here, so instead Haru decided to chat first. Pleasantries, you know. He didn't plan for this to be a one-time affair (because like hell he was going to let the only guy who had similar interests out of his sight) so it wouldn't hurt to get to know France a little better. "So tell me a little bit about you. Like first, where did you learn to cook so goddamn amazingly? And second, what's your stance on monogamy?"