Advice Blog with the Bad Touch Two. (Fritzi)

[Francis Bonnefoy]

Francis let out a loud bout of laughter while he raced Fritzi down the hall playfully, his arms full of printed sheets of paper covered in various colors and pictures. All of the pieces of paper were identical, all advertising the little blog idea Fritzi and Francis had brainstormed once upon a time to give advice on all sorts of little things that both of them were reasonably good at or advanced in.

"What should we do avec zese little posters~? Drop some, stick some to ze wall? You 'ave to 'ave some input!" Francis looked to his friend, a year younger than him and a far better fighter than he could ever hope to be, though he couldn't help but look at her as somebody he needed to look after, their times in earlier years having been running through his head an awful lot as of late.

His leather shoes continued to pound against the ground while he ran next to her, realizing early on in their play-race that there was no feasible way for him to win--though he didn't mind playing along, disregarding the end result before it had even come into play.

Either way, as they sprinted past a wing of science-like classrooms, Francis skidded to a stop, looking down the miniature hallway.

"Un moment... we should probably drop some of zese along each of ze 'allways, zat way more people will see zem, and if we even go and put some in ze bazrooms..." He trailed off, looking at Fritzi cheekily.

[Fritzi Beilschmidt]

Frizti let out a bout of loud laughter as she sprinted down the hallway with Francis. It was at times like these, when the two of them had cooked up some hair-brained scheme, that the other students got really freaking scared and tended to hide away in their dorms or something for the day. Some of the older students just seemed to know when the Bad Touch Two were at it again. This time though, in Fritzi's opinion at least, this time, the idea was the most fucking awesome idea that they had ever come up with. For now of course.

The albino girl skidded to a halt as well, having a bit more difficulty with it than her French friend due to her boot's stiletto heels. It had taken her weeks of wearing them to just even get used to walking in them, but after three years now, she had to be one of those people who can wear any height of heels and always managed to walk like a freaking pro in them.

"Hmm... Cover all the windows with the flyers Frannie, and leave a bunch of 'em in front of the doors too. In fact, shove them into the cracks in the door as well, ja?" She said, before getting to work with her own large stack of flyers. This advice blog of theirs was going to be really fucking awesome, there was no doubt about it, especially when she was involved, that automatically made everything two times more awesome. The German Prussain girl let a large grin spread over her face. This was going to be a lot of fun.

[Francis Bonnefoy]

"Cover all ze windows? Hmm..." Francis hummed happily, a snort working out of his mouth before he nodded and began his task, taping up the little sheets of paper against the plate glass windows.

"You shove ze paper under ze doors, and I'll cover ze windows and such; easier for me to climb all over ze place because I'm not wearing sky-'igh 'eels." He snorted, looking up at the higher-set windows and climbing up onto a windowsill with relative ease, the little advertisements making themselves known with their bright obnoxious colors and content, shining down at whoever decided to walk by, be it teacher or student.

"So, cheri; I already know zat I'll be ze one giving ze sex advice... but what are you going to do?" He asked with another snort of laughter, climbing down from the windowsill and landing with a grunt on his feet. "Fighting? I can't 'elp with zat part of life 'ere." He continued, now simply rambling off on another tangent to listen to his own accented version of English.

"I mean; what could we be doing? Zere are ze obvious ones, like fighting, sex, relationships like zat... but what about ozer zings? Like, uh..." He trailed off now, mind spinning with various different ideas. "'Ow to confess to somezing? If zat's anyzing anyone 'ere would ever do." He laughed, knowing that he, himself would never admit to anything unless there was a gun pressed to his temple and a direct threat to people he loved involved... then again, that may not just be confessing on his end, but simply telling the truth.