An accidental meeting with an old enemy [Francis]

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur sighed and walked through the halls of the boys dormitory. He frowned looking at the crumpled piece of paper that he pulled it out of his pocket. In his other hand he had his bags that where filled with clothes, books, and various other nick-knacks.

He felt a cool breeze blow through an open window, it caught his paper and it started to blow around the hall "Bloody hell!" He shouted and started to chase it around and flailing his arms at it till it pushed it out the open window. "Why the hell is there no screen in this bloody thing!" He asked and walked towards his things that he had dropped. He brushed the dust of his clothes "filthy place." He said frowning

He sighed and realized he was lost, which he hated losing his way or losing his things, it made him feel defeated and being defeated made him feel wrong which was something he hated. Arthur sighed and slumped down against the wall. Across the hall he saw a door to one of the dormitories he smirked to himself and walked up to the door and cautiously turned the handle. You never know what you might find on the other side of the door.

When he entered the room it looked obviously lived in but he couldn't decide who lived here so he placed his suitcase by the door and found a seat to sit in while he awaited the stranger to come out and greet him

[Francis Bonnefoy]

Francis had just finished having a shower, and walked out of the little ensuite bathroom into his bedroom to grab a pair of pants from his dresser.

He let out a soft sigh as he thought back to the dorm assignment sheet he'd gotten when he first arrived; his name was the only one assigned to the room he was currently in. This saddened him; as there would be nobody to feed lies to every waking second when he was in the dorm.

After dressing in just a comfortable pair of khaki pants, he stepped out of his room and into the kitchen quietly, carrying a few bottles of smuggled wine in his arms. He leaned over when he reached the fridge, slipping the bottles of wine in and setting them on the door carefully.

He moved back from the refrigerator after depositing all but one bottle of wine in it, tugging a corkscrew out of his pocket and opening the bottle before pouring himself a glass and bringing it to his lips.

The stranger in the room had yet to become known to him, and he took a sip of his wine before spinning on his heel to face the rest of the room--and catch sight of the stranger. His bright blue eyes widened in shock at the silent newcomer, and he coughed briefly, red wine lodging itself in his sinuses and causing him to whine softly before speaking.

"'O ze 'ell are you, monsieur? Zere was someone else on my dorm list, but I don't remember zeir name..." He lied quietly, his pathological disorder getting the better of him while he reached up with his left hand to pinch his nose in an attempt to get the wine out of it.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur heard a shower shut off and someone step out into one of the 4 bedrooms. "Wonder who that is." He muttered to himself. He heard some shuffling in the bed room. He sat up straighter and tugged on his tie. Then he saw a person with long blonde hair come out of the door way and grabbed a bottle of wine. Arthur made a disgusted face when he saw that.

The man turned around and questioned him he had a really thick French accent. Arthur rolled his eyes he hated the French "Well why the bloody hell do you care who i am!" He asked getting slightly angry and stood up. "It's none of your business is it you... You Frog!" He said and crossed his arms over his chest and smiled satisfied "Now..." Arthur huffed "If you don't mind you can take your little... thing you call alcohol and... And." He stopped and couldn't think of anything to say. He frowned in defeat and plopped back down in the chair. Then he finally noticed that the Frenchman had no shirt on "Good God man!" He said and pointed at his naked chest "Have a bit of decency and put some clothes on... You shouldnt be walking around half naked anyways completely undignified." He said and crossed his arms back over his chest and turned his head averting them from the Frenchman.

[Francis Bonnefoy]

Francis' bright blue eyes narrowed at the hurl of insults and rudeness the other man had thrown at him, pursing his lips angrily and setting down the bottle of wine he was still holding in his hand, placing his glass of the burgundy liquid down next to the bottle before facing the Englishman squarely. The comment about his apparent indecency caught him off guard, though, and he opened his mouth to speak, letting out a wave of heavily accented English, "I don't see your problem with my lack of a shirt, it's juste fine for un homme to walk around wizout one, oui? You're juste being a prude." He snickered, shrugging his broad shoulders and leaning back against the counter.

"And as for calling me a frog, juste know zat I don't actually eat frogs, I much prefer pastries." He lied through a smile, actually liking practically all French food. "Besides, limey; you should juste try and be a bit nicer to me, I could be useful to you someday." He purred, shrugging again and grabbing his wine glass from the counter, taking another sip and smirking at the Englishman over the rim of his glass.

"Mm!" He grunted quickly, snapping his fingers and swallowing his mouthful of wine before actually speaking once more, "And do you honestly zink zat scotch or ale is better zan wine? You're delusional! Zose alcohols taste like industrial cleaners, wine 'as a soft allure to it, it's simply ze best when you zink about it" you can get drunk--but not too fast, it tastes good, and it makes you actually seem like a civilized, intelligent man when you drink it!" He laughed out the last part, holding his tongue back from making nasty comments about how such a man as the one near him could never seem civilized and intelligent, even with the aid of wine.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur frowned trying to block out that annoying French accent he heard coming out of the man. Then he heard the word 'prude' Arthur folded his hands and looked up with his green eyes "Me prude! HA!" He said and did a mock laugh "I'm not prude I am just civilized." He said, "Unlike you Frenchmen who are always looking for something to stick." He crossed his arms over his chest then went back to ignoring Francis. Arthur stood up and pointed at the Frenchman "See like I just said! You sir are just like every other Frenchmen out there!" He said poking Francis' naked chest with every word he said.

Then he started flailing his arm up and down like a small child waving at an ice cream man "What the hell are you talking about?" He said listening to the Frenchman insult his liquor "You have no idea what are saying! Wine is a fruity drink that tastes like a child's juice! No dignified man in England would be caught drinking that!" Arthur said and crossed his arms over his chest which held his blazer and dress shirt "Tasting like industrial cleaners..." he muttered and continued on talking in some incoherent words. "Out of your bloody mind! The more bitter the better." Arthur said and smiled and tugged on the lapel of his jacket "Now if you sir would kindly get out of my way." He said and looked up at Francis noticing the bit of stubble on his chin. Arthur blushed and looked away.