Bonjour~ *Winks* Hmm...Seychelles- told me to write about myself and my feelings in my journal, non?
I'll give you an insight about Amour and my daily life. I'll even write a beautiful poetry, oui? *winks*
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Bonjour, I'm François Bonnefoi. You can call me Francis or France, oui? (^_<)～☆ My only duty is spreading Amour to the whole world, ohonhonhon! If you need any questions or romantic poetry as your requests, PM The Country Of Amour~
If you, Madamoiselle, is reading this well....
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*Outstretching his hand towards you*
May I have this dance, madamoiselle~? I'll be your dance partner for today. After all, I want to dance with you. A perfect day with a place like this, I know you want to taste the Magic Of Amour for today. Shall we?
*Takes his hand and pulls you forward with a bit of force, you stumble on your feet and falls on his chest. When you look at him at his face, He smiles at you gently.*
*You blushes in embarrassment and takes a few single back step*
Shall we? *He smiles at you charmingly, still holding your hand.*
*You nods slowly while still blushing at him*
*He leads you on the center of the dance ball, where the people dances*
*When they're in their position, France holds your hips with his hand while you touches his shoulder. The two of you still holding hands until France raises it up*
*On cue, La Boheme by Charles Aznavour (instrumental), romantic music starting*
*The two of you starts a slow dance as he twirls you, side step, and other ballroom moves. You enjoy yourself dancing with the mysterious, charming, handsome man.*
In every single, graceful steps when we dance, As this is our only chance, In every single elegant steps we take, It's like magic! So we have to keepsake.
I dance with you because of love, Ma cherie, I know this not what you undreamed of, Ah, the music is almost over, and I bid you farewell, Don't you worry, ma cherie, our destiny is under a spell.
*He pulls you closer until you hit on France's chest. His face leans on your ear and whispers huskily*
"A spell of love."
*When the music is almost over, he twirls you and passes you over to another dance partner. When you look behind your back to find the mysterious, handsome man, he disappeared without a trace.*
