Monster, Giant Flea What's the diff?

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I had to wait to for Lucille to come back with Ms. Carlotta's choice and she did. Apparently Ms. Carlotta was quite fine with having me over and even would let me stay until my research is over. Lucille then told us goodnight and left. Now it was just me and Francoeur. I can't say I wasn't just a bit skeptical of Francoeur but I was. His entire existence questioned science but it wasn't his choice to exist so I can't blame him. What mattered now was asking him some questions... but which one's?! It was already getting late, Francoeur must be tired from the performance and yet he is still at the piano playing away and writing new songs as if nothing else mattered. In fact that melody is quite soothing.

I started closing my eyes after a bit but quickly opened them back up when he had stopped. My eyes found his quizzically staring at mine. I could feel my cheeks flush and I ended up stuttering asking him
"O-oh! Sorry Francoeur, you must have been waiting this whole time for me to ask questions so we can rest." When I said that his hands seemed to do a denial shake but then the gestures turned in to confusion and not just because I couldn't read them but he seemed to be confused on what message to give. It was a bit adorable watching him and I found myself having a smile and saying "Well anyway, I should at least ask you a few basic questions for today and leave the more complicated stuff for later." His hand movements stopped and he attentively looked at me.
"First question, are you a male?" I heard Lucille refer to it as him and have adopted it but I had to make sure. And to my relief, he nodded.
"2nd question, were you a flea before all of this happened?" I asked as I made gestures towards his enlarged body. He nodded.
"Follow up question, do you still believe you are a flea?" I had to get his perspective on things before I jump to too many conclusions. He nodded.
"3rd question, do you remember your life as a normal flea?" He nodded which surprised me.
"4th question, could you always sing and chirp before you became a giant flea?" He shoke his head, figures.
"5th question, could you always eat that large array of food before?" He shoke his head and then shrugged. A reasonable answer.
"6th ques-" He cut me off by putting one of his arms up in a stop position then he pointed to himself and then me.
"Oh you want to ask me questions now?" He nodded. "Ok. What do you want to know about?" He pointed at me and kept his finger like that. "You want to know more about me?" He nodded again. "Sure but is it about my body or what's my life story?" He seemed to debate this for a bit. After a minute he slowly reached for my arm which I gave to him as he cautiously grabbed it. His hand was way cooler then what I expected and I shivered a bit which caused him to release my arm slightly.
"It's ok Francoeur. I was just surprised at how cold your body temperature was." He nodded and held my arm more tightly but we were a bit a ways from each other so it was a stretch for me at least. He noticed and moved himself to the couch. He continued to examine my arm. He was so enthralled that I became self conscious and blushed a little. I turned away so he wouldn't see but then I felt something wet and soft go along my arm. I quickly turned just in time to see a tongue slip back in to his mouth. A tongue! Fleas can create a form of saliva that helps them collect blood but a tongue is a completely new muscle! I was so shocked I didn't realize that Francoeur had moved closer to me. When I snapped out of my stupor he was staring at my neck. Oh no is this the end of my tale? Wait no what is he doing? He had placed his head in the crook of my neck which was awkward for me and he started purring. All of this was too much for me to handle but I didn't want to disturb him otherwise accidents might ensue. So I waited.... and waited.... and waited... I was just about to ask if I could have him get off but then I heard his breath. Low and shallow like he was sleeping. I sighed as I realized I had become a warm pillow for monsieur Francoeur and I let him do it. I slowly got his head off of my neck and just as I was about to lay him down his arms grab me around my arms and waist and we both fall unto the couch. The bumb against one of the arms of the couch luckily woke him up and as he saw that he had taken a prisoner with him as he slept he quickly let me go. His eyes avoided mine as I got up and off of him and looked to the mirror for any scuffing on my nose, chin and forehead. When we both fell I faceplanted in to hard chitin. No damage, maybe a dull pain in my nlse but it was quickly subsiding. When I looked back at him I realized that he must think he is at blame for all this and I assure him "Francoeur, it's ok. You fell asleep and you didn't know what you were doing, it's fine." But that didn't seem to comfort him.
"Hey, I know what you can do if you want to apologize." He quickly looked at me and his eyes pleaded "tell me!"
"If you play some soothing melody so I fall asleep, then I think we can call it even. What do you say?" He chirped and quickly sat down at the piano and played a different melody then the first one I heard. Soon I drifted to dream-town.