Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)

Chapter 8 - A Good Meal

"Y/n! Come out please, the food is done." Francis calls, causing you to jolt awake. When you do jolt up, you fall out of bed with a hard thump.

"Ow," you get up off the floor, rubbing your head which was probably still concussed from before when you woke up from that crazy dream.

Upon going out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, the first thing you see is Francis standing at the counter in nothing more than boxers and an apron that said:
'Kill the Cow, Milk the Milkman' on it with a smooch emoji beside it. (this one 💋)

"That's a choice." you say, walking up to Francis and giving his buttocks a light smack. A smirk lifts onto his lips when you do that, turning around to face you.

"Yes, I know it is. It was meant to seduce you." he admits, running a hair through his sweaty brown hair. "But, I guess my plan isn't working."

"Oh, it's working alright." you glance down at the floor for a split second before your eyes trail up his body.

"You're checking me out, aren't you?" Francis purred, "I like that, eine kleine maus."

"You... Like it?" you pause for a moment, a smirk now piecing itself onto your lips instead. "That's kinky."

"Mmm..." Francis hums lightly, forming a plate of food for you and setting it on the table. Then, he makes himself a plate and sets it across from yours. "Eat up. You're going to need the nutrients." he teases, climbing into the chair and beginning to eat.

For a moment, you stand there stunned. Frozen in place.

"Come along, darling. I don't want you to starve before work..." a small pout makes its way onto Francis' face, causing you to gasp and toss yourself into the chair at the table, beginning to also eat your plate of food.

"Did I stun you that much, love?"

"I suppose." you respond casually, chowing down your plate of food and getting done before him.

"Hm. That was quick." Francis points out calmly, "Do you always eat that fast, Y/n?" he sighs, getting up when he too finishes his plate of food.

"Not all the time." you look away from him shyly. "I was just hungry."

"I could tell." he chuckles lightly, taking yours and his plate and washing them off in the sink. "Well, you should go to work, shouldn't you? Give poor Henry a break..."

"I guess I should. See ya, Francis." you lean up—considering how much taller he is than you—and kiss him right on the lips.

He graps your face to keep you there for a moment before letting go and dissmissing you for work.

Heading out the door, you go to the lobby by the stairs, seeing Henry still looking through papers and files. "Hey, Henry."

When you speak so suddenly, Henry flinches, falling out of his chair.

"I'm gonna take over for you, if that's okay." you say with a smile, lifting him off the ground. He nods and runs out of the apartment complex quickly as if he had just gotten out of prison or something. "Ah. Alright."

Then, you sit down at the desk and search files. You notice something.

Francis' file is missing.