After their tragic, untimely death, rivals Francis Bonnefoy and Arthur Kirkland are trapped following their little brothers around.
Life as a ghost is emotionally jarring, as they soon discover, and it's driving them together in a way nothing ever...
"It's about time things quieted down." Arthur came up behind Francis at about two in the morning when everybody had finally settled down on the living room floor to sleep. The Frenchman had been staring fondly at Matthew, curled up in the middle of the pile, his body wrapped around Gilbert's and his friends tangled all around him like a giant pile of kittens. "Where were you 'iding all afternoon?" Francis asked, turning away from the others to look at his fellow ghost. "The shower. What about you?" "I got Matthieu stirred up using a ouija board." Francis sighed. At least Matthew was better now. He didn't know how he would react if he had permanently destroyed his brother's nerves over a message. "Can we talk now?" Arthur wondered. "Of course. Is zhere somewhere you want to be?" "Yes. In my bedroom." "Oh Honhonhon.~" "Don't be like that, you bloody wanker." "Désolé. Let's go...allons-y." Arthur rolled his eyes at the doctor who reference and headed upstairs, Francis in tow. when they entered the room they both sat down on the bed, Francis leaning backward onto his hands and Arthur crossing his legs in a very gentlemanly manor. "So...I think I like you..." "Quoi?!" Francis turned bright red. "What kind of like?" "The kind that I'm going to regret telling you about." "Huh?" Arthur sighed. "You're just not as bad as I thought you were..." He was starting to get flustered. Francis found it to be quite cute. He didn't know when things had changed, when Arthur stopped being this disgusting little mole and started being a friend, but he liked this version a hell of a lot more. "I might possibly like you too..." Francis admitted. "So...where do we go from here?" "Don't ask me!" "Why not? You're supposed to be the romancey one!" "Well, It's not like I've ever gone any furzher zhan flirting or kissing!" "What? I thought you had tons of girlfriends and boyfriends!" "Non...I've also never made love..." "You're kidding." Arthur was shocked. His eyebrows were lifted right through the ceiling. "Never?" "Don't tell me you 'ave..." "I haven't." "Good. It should be saved for somebody special..." Arthur nodded his agreement. "You know, this information changes things a bit." "What? Do you not like me anymore because I'm not as experienced as I say?" "No...it kind of makes me a bit sad, to tell the truth." "Why?" Francis dropped himself onto his back. "To think you were saving yourself all this time and now you'll never get to experience it..." Arthur pursed his lips. "Mmmm." Francis pulled his legs up to his chest and rolled over so he had his front to Arthur's side. "I don't like being dead, Francis." Arthur also dropped onto his side so the two were facing each other. "I don't eizher." "I wish there was another way..." "Zhere isn't." Francis closed his eyes, feeling tears brewing. "Maybe there is!" Arthur sat up suddenly. "Quoi?" "Alfred's friend...Kiku...he said he was dead once..." "Maybe 'e was just in a coma or somezhing." "We should ask him." "He can talk to us?" "Yes." Arthur nodded. He stood from the bed. "I'll go get him." "Au revoir."
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Finally got my hair cut and I look AWESOME! Also I accidentally paid $30 for this shirt cuz I messed up the folding job right in front of the guy so I thought I'd be polite and buy it from him but I didn't expect the price to be so high. But hey, it's a cute assed shirt and the guy had cool hair.
