❝'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪғ ɪ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ғᴀʟʟ ᴜɴғᴏʟᴅ. ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɢɪᴠᴇs ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋ. sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʙᴏɴᴇs, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ.❞ ~Nobody Praying For Me by Seether

François sighs in a slightly annoyed manner, crossing his arms over his chest. "Let's just get this over with, oui?"

❝ɪғ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ: ɪᴛ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ, ɪᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs ɢᴏ ʙʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇs!❞ ├┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┤ The Frenchman holds his hand out with a frown as he see that it was in your hands. "I would like that back, ami."