Re Cap: "Mathieu?" Francis croaked, stepping towards the host. This startled Gilbert, but what came next almost petrified him.
"P-papa?"
____________________________________ Gilly Bean's POV:
"P-Papa?!" Gilbert and Antonio cried in unison, but this was ignored by the males in question. As Gilbert took a closer look, he noticed that there were some similarities between the two, if he were to compare them. For example, Matthew's hair may have been shorter, but his hair was almost identical in style to Francis', if you were to ignore the corkscrew curl that sprung out from the top of Matthew's head.
No, focus! Gilbert thought to himself. Suddenly, a voice interrupts his thoughts.
"Uh... Gilbert?" Matthee squeaked, waving a hand upfront of the Albino's face.
"Y-Yeah?"
"Is my doorknob really all that interesting? You've been staring at it for quite a while," Matthew feigned concern, covering his doorknob. "Well, you can't have my doorknob, I kind of need it," he began to stroke it fondly.
"No worries, I'm not after your sexy doorknob," Gilbert replied sassily, putting a hand on his hip.
"You better no be! It's my baby!" Matthew cried. While this ordeal was taking place, the two other members of the trio were sitting on the ground, more or less dying.
"I taught him well," Francis self-praised, patting himself on the shoulder.
"Oh yeah, when are you planning on explaining that?" Antonio inquired.
"When Mathieu is done fondling his doorknob, more than likely."
"Ah, I see."
~time skip brought to you by fondly goodness~
"So.... I suppose you expect an explanation, oui?" Francis asked the other members of the trio. They were currently sitting in Matthew's living room (with Matthew, of course), hot chocolate in hand.
"Si, that would be appreciated," Antonio replied, sipping the chocolatey goodness.
"Well...," Matthew started, but was stopped by a hand being placed with a gentle force, directly over his mouth. Gilbert hand to practically hold himself back to keep from slamming a fist into Francis' face.
Remember how this was his POV?
"What the hell man? He was in the middle of talking!" Gilbert hissed.
"And maybe I want to tell the story," Francis replied, his words saltier than the ocean. The frenchman turned to Matthew, "May I?"
"Oui, go ahead," Matthew replied. "You have a better angle of the story anyway."
"Well.... it all started fifteen years ago."
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"Come on Francis!" Called out the voice of a young girl known as Joan. [(A/N): I know it's over used but I'm lacking in creativity so..... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
The girl appeared no more than six, and had short, golden hair, that wrapped around her cheeks. But don't be fooled, the girl was actually ten years of age.
"I'm coming!" Replied a young boy with scruffy blonde hair, who you would recognize as Francis (despite that he was much younger than the present). The two were on a journey, but not just any journey. The duo have been hearing rumors of strange creatures, who had taken shelter in the very woods they were currently exploring. "You're lucky I love you, otherwise I'd have gone home by now!"
"Oh hush, we're almost there!" Joan replied, pushing through the branches that were blocking their path. "How can you not be dying to know what lurks in the depths of these woods?"
