“Okay… enough.”
“You, you’re Francis, right?”
“Okay… enough.”
“You, you’re Francis, right?”
Rito screams in agony as his tentacles recoil back from the pain
He’s kind of IN THE MIDDLE OF A SITUATION THERE
(That’s exactly the point. Gar doesnt care LUL)
@Shurian
" Ha! Feel the pain of pain!"
Hearing someone calling his name, he stops.
“Yes? What do you need, peasant?”
“Ah. You are the Francis she was talking about.”
Grabs Francis. This time with increased strength.
“You’re coming with me.”
Pierre arrives in the tower, witnessing the current chaos.
“Alright, now I’m pissed.”
Pierre locks eyes with Francis. Francis begins to feel drowsy.
He stops to think.
“Tell me, are you rich?”
Feeling drowsy. Francis yawns.
“Agh, is it evening yet?”
“Me, no. My sister’s company? Yes. She heard that you were having problems in France. We could distrubute your goods there for you.”
Gavan enters the café disguised
“Hey, i recognize that old geezer. That’s Federov the Legacy hater! …And is that Laura with them? What would they possibly want with her?”
Gavan sits with his back turned to them and eavesdrop on them
“Good, good. I will follow you…”
He slumps over Gar’s shoulder.
“Well. Time to skidaddle.”
“Plan A success. Initiating Plan R.”
“RUN AWAYYY”
Runs towards a taxi stand. With Francis on his shoulder.
Pierre grabs Gar’s wrist, with a tight grip.
~
“This dude’s Francis? He stays with me.”
Lightly tap on his head.
“Uh… No? He stays with me? Because we have business with him? I settled your job for you. I looked after your gay shit on top. Now you owe me. So I take him. Ok? Done? Bye.”
FULL SPEED.
Pierre clears his throat.
“This man is a federal criminal and national terrorist. Attempts to remove him from my custody will make you an enemy of the state. Is that understood?”
“Him? A terrorist? He’s merely mental I assure you. He was in the news too, as a person who caught people abusing their powers. Calling a mentally challenged person a terrorist is just retarded, no?”
“C’mon, look at his speech and mannerisms. Even if he goes to court, a psychiatrist will have him going off scot-free. He’s definitely nuts. And I’m taking care of this shit for you. Your job doesn’t pay much right? Then it’s settled, ask for a pay raise before coming to me to ask for the gai? Ok?”
Pierre stands still for a moment. At first, you think him to be pondering your words, yet you realize you’re growing awfully tired.
(sleepiness again? he’s not tired at all?)