Room 314, Saturday
[Yup, continued from here!]
Well, she'd been planning to visit him anyway -- for certain definitions of the word 'visit' -- but Francine hadn't expected to be knocking on Chuck's door under quite these circumstances. Thud thud thud thud thud. "CHUCK BASS OPEN THE DOOR!"
Okay, that part of interacting with Chuck, she'd missed.
Chuck
Chuck had not missed this part. He quickly racked his brain for what he could have possibly done this time and came up with...absolutely nothing.
Huh. That was weird. Clearly he was slacking.
He got up and opened the door, despite the yelling. Because he was a glutton for punishment. "Hello Fran--nice hair."
Francine
"THANK YOU." The problem with badgerfacing when she wasn't really feeling it was it was hard to keep up for very long. She sighed and held out the reason she would've been coming to see him anyway. "Here's your porn."
Chuck
"Oh." He completely forgotten about doing that. "Thank you."
Francine
"The production values sucked." So did one of the characters. And Francine didn't know jack about production values; she just remembered him saying the ones on the other porn were good. And she was trying not to blush because first she'd lose if you tried to quiz her on some of what went on in that movie because she wasn't looking at the screen at the time and second, wow was she playing this by the seat of her pants. Or was that flying by ear?
Chuck
Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Do you want one with good production value?"
Francine
"No." Keep the face up, Francine. Keep it up! Think about. Um. Oh. Brownies.
Yeah, that did it. "I want fake ID's. Can you get them? Fast?"
Chuck
"Of course I can," Chuck said, his amusement factor going up by twenty when she mentioned that. "But I have to say I'm surprised at you, wanting to break the law like that."
Francine
"Not for me." Although now that she thought about it.... No, no. Where would she ever need one of those. "Passports. For Arthur and Merlin. They don't have any kind of paper-trail in this time."
Chuck
"Ah, yes. I'd imagine so," he said. Chuck had been the one to provide Jack Priest's fake driver's license and passport. "Should be easy enough to do, much as I hate to help Arthur out in any way."
He smirked. "But you're going to have to ask nicely first, of course."
Francine
"If you do it, I won't make this face at you for at least one month."
Chuck
"While I find that face adorable, I assume it also means you won't be angrily knocking my door down either," Chuck said. "So I guess I'll do it."
Truth be told, he liked doing favors for people. Made him feel like the Godfather.
Francine
"...Wow, I didn't even have to offer to flash you."
Oh.
Oh, Francine.
Chuck
Chuck grinned. "If you think that'll motivate me to work fast, by all means, feel free."
Francine
No one said she was the smartest person in the world, but she wasn't that naive. Anymore. When it came to Chuck. "I think I might save that for another time."
Friday, the Twelfth of Never.
Chuck
"That's okay; I've still got a clear mental image from the last time," Chuck told her. What? It was true. He had gotten a real good look last time. "Consider the favor done, even without me seeing your breasts."
Francine
Somewhere Katchoo was squishing his tiny little head for that. Then again, he probably knew that.
"Thank you," Francine said, because she was Francine. And tried not to cross her arms over her chest. Much.
Chuck
"Anything for you, Francine." Not true in the least but he liked saying it.
Francine
"You're full of shit, Chuck." Totally true and she got of kind of a twisted thrill out of saying it. "But thanks."
[Preplayed with rocksthescarf, OOC = fiiiine]
Well, she'd been planning to visit him anyway -- for certain definitions of the word 'visit' -- but Francine hadn't expected to be knocking on Chuck's door under quite these circumstances. Thud thud thud thud thud. "CHUCK BASS OPEN THE DOOR!"
Okay, that part of interacting with Chuck, she'd missed.
Chuck
Chuck had not missed this part. He quickly racked his brain for what he could have possibly done this time and came up with...absolutely nothing.
Huh. That was weird. Clearly he was slacking.
He got up and opened the door, despite the yelling. Because he was a glutton for punishment. "Hello Fran--nice hair."
Francine
"THANK YOU." The problem with badgerfacing when she wasn't really feeling it was it was hard to keep up for very long. She sighed and held out the reason she would've been coming to see him anyway. "Here's your porn."
Chuck
"Oh." He completely forgotten about doing that. "Thank you."
Francine
"The production values sucked." So did one of the characters. And Francine didn't know jack about production values; she just remembered him saying the ones on the other porn were good. And she was trying not to blush because first she'd lose if you tried to quiz her on some of what went on in that movie because she wasn't looking at the screen at the time and second, wow was she playing this by the seat of her pants. Or was that flying by ear?
Chuck
Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Do you want one with good production value?"
Francine
"No." Keep the face up, Francine. Keep it up! Think about. Um. Oh. Brownies.
Yeah, that did it. "I want fake ID's. Can you get them? Fast?"
Chuck
"Of course I can," Chuck said, his amusement factor going up by twenty when she mentioned that. "But I have to say I'm surprised at you, wanting to break the law like that."
Francine
"Not for me." Although now that she thought about it.... No, no. Where would she ever need one of those. "Passports. For Arthur and Merlin. They don't have any kind of paper-trail in this time."
Chuck
"Ah, yes. I'd imagine so," he said. Chuck had been the one to provide Jack Priest's fake driver's license and passport. "Should be easy enough to do, much as I hate to help Arthur out in any way."
He smirked. "But you're going to have to ask nicely first, of course."
Francine
"If you do it, I won't make this face at you for at least one month."
Chuck
"While I find that face adorable, I assume it also means you won't be angrily knocking my door down either," Chuck said. "So I guess I'll do it."
Truth be told, he liked doing favors for people. Made him feel like the Godfather.
Francine
"...Wow, I didn't even have to offer to flash you."
Oh.
Oh, Francine.
Chuck
Chuck grinned. "If you think that'll motivate me to work fast, by all means, feel free."
Francine
No one said she was the smartest person in the world, but she wasn't that naive. Anymore. When it came to Chuck. "I think I might save that for another time."
Friday, the Twelfth of Never.
Chuck
"That's okay; I've still got a clear mental image from the last time," Chuck told her. What? It was true. He had gotten a real good look last time. "Consider the favor done, even without me seeing your breasts."
Francine
Somewhere Katchoo was squishing his tiny little head for that. Then again, he probably knew that.
"Thank you," Francine said, because she was Francine. And tried not to cross her arms over her chest. Much.
Chuck
"Anything for you, Francine." Not true in the least but he liked saying it.
Francine
"You're full of shit, Chuck." Totally true and she got of kind of a twisted thrill out of saying it. "But thanks."
[Preplayed with rocksthescarf, OOC = fiiiine]