You know that overweight, grumpy, narcissistic orange cat that eat's lasagna a lot? Garfield, right?
Francis Bonnefoy was feeling a lot like ol' Chubbers mcFatso at the moment.
At least, Francis thought that's what the feline was called. It could have been Gerry. Donald, maybe. (or was that the duck? Isn't there a mouse in there somewhere?) He scrunched his perfect eyebrows in thought, combing the wet hair, like damp snakes, out of his glittering eyes. It could have been Donald. Now he wasn't sure. He'd have to Google this somewh -
Francis, get ahold of yourself.
He stopped abruptly at the large office building looming over him. The trenchcoat he slipped on before strutting out of his humble abode was soaked with the tears of the sky. And my, oh my, the sky must have really been in a horrid mood, because Francis almost had a headache from how hard it rained.
Now the light drizzle on a pretty night, Francis mused, cocking his head in thought. Or the downpour on a lake. That's the kind of rain I like. Especially enjoying it with a lover, bodies cuddled close. That's th-
"Aus dem Weg! Aus dem Weg!! Aus dem Weg!!!!*
Francis was snapped out of his thoughts rather rudely by two people pushing past him with an abnormal amount of force - a tall, skinny man with hair so white it was almost flourescent, and a heart-shaped woman who would have been impecably beautiful if not for the snarl on her face and the rapid - fire Hungarian curses (and, let's be honest - that was attractive too). They sprinted in through the revolving doors- but actually, first the white haired man got his tie stuck in the door, so then the woman cut his tie in half - and then they sprinted in through the revolving doors.
Francis stood there blinking, watching the last of the curly hair disappear up a set of stairs inside. The interior of the building was as drab as the exterior. He was not looking forward to this anymore.
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Ah, yes. I have returned with an itty bitty update. Sorry (of course) for the long wait, I should be less busy in these upcoming weeks. Thank you and happy reading!
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It's A Wonderful Life, Mr. Bonnefoy [FrUK]
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