Sadiq laughed and spilled his drink while throwing his arm toward Berwald. “You’re gay, aren’t you supposed to be getting tail like no one’s business? Thought that’s how the gays rolled.” He picked up his bottle, drew a hand through the beer on the table, and shook it out all over Mathias who whacked him upside the head in retaliation.
“He probably does,” Heracles lazily agreed. “Good at keeping a low profile, I guess?”
Berwald shifted in his seat. “Been single fer a’while.”
“High five!” Mathias shot at him.
Berwald smacked the hand in the air, but let out a “Not r’ly.”
Alonzo clapped him on the back. “You’re 21, my man. Get around a little!”
Berwald just shrugged.
“Okay, back to the original discussion ya dipshits,” Sadiq shouted. “Francis,” he pointed, “you’re saying you don’t sleep with someone new every week.”
Francis huffed and leaned back in his seat, supporting his elbow with his other hand. “No, do you think I’m a freshman in college, darling?”
“So then,” Alanzo smirked, “you like that Antonio guy a lot, huh?”
“He’s nice,” Francis agreed, tapping his bottle against the table, “though a bit uncultured.”
Mathias snorted. “I regret to inform you that you routinely hang out with the likes of us.” This earned a round of laughter from the table and a high-five from Sadiq.
“So is he your boyfriend?” Heracles asked.
Francis merely shrugged. “We haven’t discussed it.”
Mathias elbowed Sadiq; Sadiq threw a balled-up napkin at Francis and asked where Elizabeta was. “That woman is a badass,” was his only response to Alonzo’s laughing inquiry as to why it mattered.
“Three guesses: Arthur, Kiku, or Ludwig.”
“Ludwig?” Jens inquired.
Francis tilted his head toward him. “Just a university kid she’s taken a liking to.” There was a mutter from somewhere about how impossible it was that Francis knew so many people.
“And where’s your little lackey?” Mathias asked. Jens sighed.
“Roderich, you mean?” Francis asked.
“Yep, that one. Prissy shy one?”
“He has his own life you know. You just want to make the poor man as uncomfortable as utterly possible, anyway.”
“I like Roderich just fine,” Jens said, placing his head in his hand.
“Whoopie,” Sadiq twirled a finger, “the prissy dude. Get Eliza here, man.”
“Yeah,” Alonzo agreed.
“Okay, okay,” Francis dug out his phone, “but surely you know by now that none of you are likely to get in her pants.”
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Antonio hit the sidewalk hard. Alfred laughed from his perch atop the half-pipe and moved his skateboard around with one foot. Gilbert yanked on a rollerblade and yelled “You’re getting rusty, old man! If you came to the skate park with us more often we wouldn’t have to laugh at your sorry ass every three minutes.”
Antonio smiled from the ground and laughingly replied “At least I don’t rollerblade!”
Alfred joined in “Yeah, better a terrible skateboarder than a great rollerblader,” and stuck his tongue out at Gilbert. He slid his oversize glasses up his sweaty nose and dropped down.
Gilbert frowned. “Ugh, fuck you guys.”
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France. He knows eeeeveryone. So October will probably be similarly long (I mean, it’s Halloween, come on), and then things should calm down it should get shorter.
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“He probably does,” Heracles lazily agreed. “Good at keeping a low profile, I guess?”
Berwald shifted in his seat. “Been single fer a’while.”
“High five!” Mathias shot at him.
Berwald smacked the hand in the air, but let out a “Not r’ly.”
Alonzo clapped him on the back. “You’re 21, my man. Get around a little!”
Berwald just shrugged.
“Okay, back to the original discussion ya dipshits,” Sadiq shouted. “Francis,” he pointed, “you’re saying you don’t sleep with someone new every week.”
Francis huffed and leaned back in his seat, supporting his elbow with his other hand. “No, do you think I’m a freshman in college, darling?”
“So then,” Alanzo smirked, “you like that Antonio guy a lot, huh?”
“He’s nice,” Francis agreed, tapping his bottle against the table, “though a bit uncultured.”
Mathias snorted. “I regret to inform you that you routinely hang out with the likes of us.” This earned a round of laughter from the table and a high-five from Sadiq.
“So is he your boyfriend?” Heracles asked.
Francis merely shrugged. “We haven’t discussed it.”
Mathias elbowed Sadiq; Sadiq threw a balled-up napkin at Francis and asked where Elizabeta was. “That woman is a badass,” was his only response to Alonzo’s laughing inquiry as to why it mattered.
“Three guesses: Arthur, Kiku, or Ludwig.”
“Ludwig?” Jens inquired.
Francis tilted his head toward him. “Just a university kid she’s taken a liking to.” There was a mutter from somewhere about how impossible it was that Francis knew so many people.
“And where’s your little lackey?” Mathias asked. Jens sighed.
“Roderich, you mean?” Francis asked.
“Yep, that one. Prissy shy one?”
“He has his own life you know. You just want to make the poor man as uncomfortable as utterly possible, anyway.”
“I like Roderich just fine,” Jens said, placing his head in his hand.
“Whoopie,” Sadiq twirled a finger, “the prissy dude. Get Eliza here, man.”
“Yeah,” Alonzo agreed.
“Okay, okay,” Francis dug out his phone, “but surely you know by now that none of you are likely to get in her pants.”
---
Antonio hit the sidewalk hard. Alfred laughed from his perch atop the half-pipe and moved his skateboard around with one foot. Gilbert yanked on a rollerblade and yelled “You’re getting rusty, old man! If you came to the skate park with us more often we wouldn’t have to laugh at your sorry ass every three minutes.”
Antonio smiled from the ground and laughingly replied “At least I don’t rollerblade!”
Alfred joined in “Yeah, better a terrible skateboarder than a great rollerblader,” and stuck his tongue out at Gilbert. He slid his oversize glasses up his sweaty nose and dropped down.
Gilbert frowned. “Ugh, fuck you guys.”
---
France. He knows eeeeveryone. So October will probably be similarly long (I mean, it’s Halloween, come on), and then
things should calm downit should get shorter.