Things could be worse. I could be a communist
He gasped and automatically hugged the others neck, face bright red and eyes wide. “I-Im sure that wouldn’t have h-happened Francis-san..” he mumbled
Francis smiled softly and shrugged, “We will never know.” He slowly set Kiku in the car and then got in himself, starting the car. “Are you ready to dance?”
”.. dance..?” He paled a bit. He couldn’t dance!!
Kiku had, yet again, wondered over to Yao’s house. He couldn’t help it, he had to. But this time.. he had a reason. He had found an old photo album that thw other might find interesting.
Kiku paced around, feeling anxious. He was wearing a floor length silk black dress. It didn’t have shoulders, revealing his smooth skin. He wasn’t wearing heals though, but you couldn’t see them anyway.
Francis pulled up in his cherry red mustang convertible and got out, running up to the door. He stood outside it for a long time, trying to catch his breath. Heart calming down, he knocked a few times and rocked on his heels. He was excited but also, nervous.
Kiku felt his heart jump into his throat and he was suddenly terrified. What if he didn’t look like the other expected? What if he let him down.. he took a shaky breath and opened the door, biting his lower lip.
PSA I can turn a one liner into a multi-para in 2 replies so if I ever do that don’t ever feel like you need to match me. Sometimes I get carried away and my muse is strong and I feel just a line or two won’t suffice. This doesn’t mean I expect the same from you. Reply at whatever length you feel necessary.
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