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!!!!Warning!!!!
Francois does threaten the Norwegian with Violent tendencys letting you be warned now!
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"What do you mean I can't see him you stupid ass Norge" Francois snarled annoyed as he had came over to visit Oliver, he was hesitant on coming over after the last few times he had come to visit Oliver had fainted on him.
"Look bastard I know he loves you and all but, he's in no state to see you" Loki snarled as they went back and forth with each other in the living area he had brought Vasile over as well needing a hand with helping out with the current situation they were in. "Trust me I would be trying harder to shove you away more than this if it was for romance" he smirked messing with the Frenchmen this only resulted in Francois throwing a bottle at him Loki calmly catching it.
"Awe strike a never there Frenchie?" he smirked pleased with the reaction he had gotten. "Like I said you blow up at the littlest of things and trust me it's not like cupcake isn't my type, but I wouldn't do that to your fragile masculinity besides he would choose you over me anyways. But please for a few more damn days let him rest me and Vasiles is almost to the point of getting this solved.
Francois gritted bitter at the Norge but if it wasn't the case and they could fix this maybe he should wait just a few more days. "Fine but you do anything to him, and he tells me you fucker I will rip the curl right out of your hair and a nice snipe to the head" he muttered glaring at him pissy.
"Ja, Ja calm your ass I still say I am a better fit to date him, but Cupcake did choose you and he has rejected me countless times" he shrugged a bit as he sat his book down. "You should clean up honestly you really look like en mann som klatret ut av en søppelcontainer" he snorted as he looked at the others confused face. Francois snarling "Stop talking in your fucking dragon ass language what the hell did you call me? Toi dragon putain de bâtard" he glared angered at the other and fuming.
"And who says not to talk in their own fucking language hmm Frenchie?" he rolled his eyes "unlike you I understood that so let me dumbdown what I said to you take a god damn shower and shave once in a while you are fucking reeking of cigarettes, and cheap wine you're going to give Ollie dear secondhand smoke from the amount on your clothing". He swiftly moved out of the way from the Frenchmen trying to punch him.
"Strike a nerve?" he grinned as his Amber eyes looked into the others dark purple-blue ones about to say something else. "Thats suficient de voi doi!" Vasile had had it as he stood up angered "This is serious and you all bickering like this isn't going to do a damn good job for Olivers sake now both of you shut the fuck up!" he snapped.
Getting up as he pushed the two away from each other "You go now Norge is right Oliver isn't going to be benefited with this arguing nor seeing you at the moment give us two more days and he's all yours again okay Frenchie and you blondie keep your mouth closed I know your older than me but god fucking damn it you're acting like a Colony!" he snapped that hurting the Norwegians pride as he went quiet.
The Frenchmen was about to talk back only to be shoved on out of the house a bit angered he was worried about Oliver as he lit a cigarette hesitant as he "J'ai besoin d'arrêter de fumer" he snarled annoyed as he tossed it down stomping it out before heading out pissed and fuming at the two of those magic fucking users words especially the Norge fuck his ass he was a fucking basted never understood that relationship him and Oliver had that strawberry blond dragon freak.
He went back to his house not even bothering telling Matt he had come back as he flopped onto the couch grabbing a bottle of wine drinking it straight from the container no hesitation. God, he hopes at least Oliver could be at least better within these two days that's all he was going to give them if it didn't, he was going to figure out this magic shit himself.
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Rough Translations!:
en mann som klatret ut av en søppelcontainer - a man who climbed out of a dumpster
Toi dragon putain de bâtard - You fucking bastard dragon
Thats suficient de voi doi - That's enough You two!
J'ai besoin d'arrêter de fumer - I got to stop smoking
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