Suzette
is
perched up in a tree, looking at the stars.
Francis
wants
her down, now! ;A;
isn't coming down, and he can't make her!
Francis
will
make her!
doesn't think he can!
begins to climb the tree, determined to do so.
flails a little. "H-hey, what are you doing? Stop that, you're too old for that!"
pouts at her. "I am not too old to climb a tree!" he snaps.
shrugs, and stays put on the treebranch she's sitting on.
gets about halfway to where she is and stops on a branch, breathing hard.
looks down at him, and laughs. "Are you giving up, Francis?"
looks up at her. "Are you challenging me, Sey-Sey?"
"No~ Not really. ...Maybe a little."
smoothes his hair back and pulls it into a ponytail before resuming the climbing.
hums to herself and watches him, wondering if he can do it.
finally gets to the branch she's on and passes out on it.
pokes him.
twitches.
sighs, looking back up at the sky. "....Weirdo."
pulls himself up so that he can lean against the trunk of the tree. "What... are you doing up here?"
"Looking at the sky. Your city lights make it hard, did you know that?"
nods a bit, laughing nervously. "We've been trying to fix that..."
"Oh. Well, good luck!"
looks to her, biting his lower lip.
glances back at him. "....What?"
gets tears in his eyes. "SEY-SEY KNOWS WHAT PAPA HAS DONE."
looks at him funny. "....Uh, no. What did you do now?"
squacks and looks away, fidgetting. "Nothing."
pouts at him. "Tell me, or I'll never come down!"
clings to the branch.
"Then i'll never ocme down!"
"Papa! You have to get down!"
glares at her. "No!"
glares back. "Can you even get down?"
goes pale. "O-Of course I can!"
smiles sweetly at him, and starts to climb down, a little clumsily, but she doesn't fall.
flails before grasping the tree. "S-SEY SEY, DON'T LEAVE PAPA UP HERE." ;A;
"I thought you could get down!"
whines. "I WAS LYING, IT WAS SO OBVIOUS," he sobs.
"Will you tell me what you did if I help you down?"
fidgets, considering the possibilities. Die up on a tree, tell Sey about *that*.
starts to climb down again~
whines louder. "FIIIINE."
beams, and starts to give him instructions on how to get down.
follows them and quickly comes down, before slipping part way through and falling onto his face.
lets out a startled yelp when he falls. "F-Francis? Are you okay?"
waves a hand weakly, moaning something about being alright.
pats his back awkwardly.
pushes himself up, wincing as he grabs his shoulder.
frowns. "You don't look good."
attempts a smile, trying to move his arm only to wince. "I... I'm fine."
scowls at him, noticing. "What did you hurt? Come on, we're going home."
clutches his arm as he stands up. "A-Ah... I think I dislocated something..."
chews on her lip and turns away, starting to walk home, hoping he'll follow. "Your shoulder?"
nods, indeed following her. "I'm too old" *A*
"I told you~" She says, looking back at him. "I think I can put it back in place when we get back to your house. It'll feel better."
grimaces, but nods again. "Be gentle with Papa." ;A;
"I will be!" .... they might have different standards of gentle though.
Francis
is
afraid. ;A;
skips up onto his front porch, then realizes she doesn't have her key with her. "...Please tell me you have a key."
pouts at her. "Of course I do!" he shifts his hips towards her, wiggling his butt. "Back pocket~" he sings, "dearie~"
stares at him. "... Maybe I should just break in."
wiggles his hips again. "Back~ pocket~"
scowls. "I'm not putting my hand in your back pocket! That's weird!"
wiggles again. "But I can't, I have to hold my arm," he whimpers.
makes an annoyed noise. "Fine! Just stop moving!" She snaps, going to pull his keys out.
stops moving like she asks, humming in pure delight despite the agonizing pain.
scowls more, pulling the keys out quickly, unlocking the door, and holding it open for him. "Just go inside and sit down."
sticks out his tongue at her and goes inside as directed, sitting on the living room couch.
follows him inside, and shuts the door behind her. Then she goes into the living room, standing beside him, and taking ahold of his good
shoulder. "So, are you going to tell me what you did?"
know he's about to either die in pain or worse. "I... I..." he spazzes. "I said I would."
gently takes his other arm into her other hand, careful not to move it too much yet. "Right now?"
gapes at her, looking from his arm to her to his arm, saying silent prayers of goodbye to his shoulder. "E-Eventually." He squirms. "Be_
_gentle!"
pouts at him. "Don't be a baby, Francis." she quickly shoves his shoulder back into the socket, not as gentle as she could have been, but
she thinks it's better to just get it over with.
screams out, tears coming to his eyes as he feels it return back into place.
Suzette
feels
guilty about all this, and pets his hair, trying to comfort him. "Shh, shh, it'll feel better now."
clings to her with his good arm, pulling her close as he lets out a sob. "YOU WEREN'T GENTLE."
rolls her eyes, but lets him pull her close. "I tried! I can't help that you Europeans are so delicate!"
pouts, biting her shoulder. 8T
"H-hey! Stop that!" She yelps, trying to jerk away from him.
pouts at her more. =3=
scowls at him. "It would have hurt more if I just left it!"
flails his good arm. "I'm appreciative of that, but not you saying Europeans are weak!" He gives her a tear-jerking stare. "Papa is strong!"
"I didn't say weak! I said delicate!" stares back at him. "...Aren't you going to tell me what you did?"
curses. Caught already. He had hoped the bite would at least throw her off for a few extra minutes. "... maybe."
stays where she is, close to him. "... Francis! You said you would, tell me!"
bites his bottom lip, fidgeting. "But Sey will hit me."
"Maybe you shouldn't have done whatever you did then, if it was going to make me hit you!"
;A; "But Sey hits me for anything I do!"
"If you were behaving, I wouldn't have to!" She sits up straighter, and pouts at him.
sighs and looks to the floor. "I... Matthew..."
frowns, scooting away from him a little. "What about Mattie?"
clutches his arm tightly, preparing for the hit. "We did it."
doesn't get it, and furrows her brow, looking confused. "Did what?"
moves his good hand awkwardly. "You know... we did it... *it*... *that*..."
"Did..." she blinks, and a look of realization spreads across her face. "Oh! ...B-but..."
pre-winces for the hit.
doesn't want to hit him because he's injured. She just looks annoyed instead, and starts to stand up.
peeks at her, biting his lip. "Are you... angry."
glances back at him. "Should I be?"
fidgets more. "W-well... he's... your brother... and... well..."
scoffs. "Yeah! And it's really weird that you slept with him, but really, I didn't expect any better from you!"
winces and looks away, kind of ashamed. "Y-yeah, haha, that is just like me."
frowns, looking back at him. "Why did you have to go and do that? Now everything's going to be all weird and messed up!"
frets. "No, it's not!" he pleads.
shakes her head "Yes it is! You raised us both and then you slept with him! That's really making everything weird and messed up!"
Francis
is
feeling dizzy, unsure if it's from the pain or from her reaction. "But I love him!"
"But-- Ugh, Francis!" She returns to his side, and sits down beside him again. "I don't want to talk about this."
looks down, ashamed. "B-But... you wanted to know."
"That was before I knew what you were talking about!"
winces, silent.
sulks, but doesn't get up.
looks to her momentarily. "I'm sorry.."
looks back at him. "....It's fine."
Francis
is
near tears. "I still love you so much, Sey-Sey. But... I don't know when my love for him changed...."
frowns, noticing that he's near-tears. "Its... fine. Really. Don't cry over it."
grabs her hand and squeezes it tightly. "I don't want you disappointed in me..."
offers a slight smile. "I... won't be."
's bottom lip trembles. "Are you sure?"
fidgets. "No. Not really."
squeezes her hand, pulling it close to his lips. "I will always love you just as much as I love him."
pouts, looking back at him. "I... wasn't worried about that!" she snaps, even though she was.
smooths her hair, knowing all too well. "You don't have to be tough all the time..."
purses her lips, ignoring him. This wasn't about her. "This isn't going to be a reoccurring thing, is it?"
shakes his head. "I love him very much."
sighs, and sulks a little. "I get it."
pulls her close, wincing a bit. "I won't stray," he promises.
continues to pout, leaning against his good side. "If you do, I'll hit you! Even if you're hurt!"
holds her close, nodding. "Oui, oui."
"I-I'm serious, Francis!"
nods more, eyes slipping closed, wanting to just sleep now. "Of course."
sighs, watching him, and getting up. "Don't fall asleep and hurt your arm again."
leans against the couch, holding his arm. "Nn... how am I supposed to sleep then..."
shrugs. "You can sleep, just don't roll onto that side and hurt yourself more."
Francis
gives
her a pathetic look. "Are you going to sleep in your room?"
stares back at him. "Where else would I sleep?"
looks to the couch and then back to her. "Camp out with Papa."
pouts, looking at the couch too. "But the couch isn't very comfy!"
lifts one of the cushions. "It's a pullout." ;A;
"I'm too big to do that!" She protests.
's bottom lip trembles.
stares at him. "... Fine."
smiles brightly and stands up a bit wobbly. "You'll have to do it though... I need to find something for a sling..."
nods, walking to the side of the couch again. "There might be one in the big first-aid kit, you should check there!"
smiles. "I will." He waves his hand to the living room closet. "There's extra blankets in there~" he sings as he skips off to find the sling
watches him skip off, then pulls out the bed, and puts the extra blankets on it.
returns with the sling properly on and some drinks. It wasn't every night they could spend time like this together.
"Oh, good, you found one." She says, eying the drinks and hoping Francis isn't up to something.
frowns. "It's juice!" he exclaims in defense. "No alcohol, I swear!"
"Good!" She snaps, reaching out to take some from him.
Francis
gives
it to her, innocence radiating from him. "Do you really think I would give you alcohol before bed?"
takes it, still a little suspicious. "Yes, I do." She says, before taking a drink.