~Laf's POV~
I look around the large apartment, taking in its messy organization. I looked at him and then looked down. I'm not good with people.
"Merci.." I mumbled, not wanting to seem awkward, but failing anyways.
"It's fine." He chuckled nervously and I dared to look up at him. His eyes were cold but had a very small spark in them.
"How about this," He said slowly.
"You can stay here as long as you want-" He started but I cut him off
"MERCI! THANK YOU!" I hugged him quickly. Trying not to be weird failed, might as well show him my weird side.
"But." He continued.
"Merde.." I mumbled. It's going to be something terrible.
"You have to let me train you." He finished.
"Train? Train in what?" I said curiously and skeptically.
"Ice skating." He said calmly.
I snorted "You're kidding."
"Nope." He said deadpanned.
I looked at him for any indication that it was a joke.
"Fine." I said.
"Who are you anyways?" He looked at me up and down.
"Marquis De Lafayette.." I said slowly, not wanting to say my full name.
"Et toi?" I said carefully.
"Hercules Mulligan." He said.
I swear, that name sounded so familiar.
