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You see, there's this thing called a party supply store--they sell a whole bunch of decorations... already made. What's really awesome is that most of the products are made by little Indian children who get paid, like, ten cents a day, thus bringing down the price of the things you buy. It's amazing. You should check it out.

Just one more...

Well there goes that decoration. Looks like Arrow just got a new toy.

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I'm really concerned for your mental welfare. Seriously. There's something wrong with you.

What's the word, hummingbirds?

Since I’m neither bleeding green out of my nose nor choking on my own coughs, I thought I could try and mingle with the dudes and dudettes. So, what’s up?

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Fran as William Wallace - Halloween '15

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Thanks, though you know me--I have a habit of screwing up all the good things that happen to me and I'm in the process of fixing that now. Josiah. His name's Josiah.

I-I..I’m happy for you two. What’s his name then? 

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Yes. He's over a year old now. My son.

Did you really get her pregnant, Fran?

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It's alright. No offense taken.

Do you really listen to everything your 'sources' tell you? Unless it comes from me, it's bullshit so if you've got anything you'd like to make clear for the record, then just ask. But yeah, the key word is 'was.'

What had you curious?

I apologize but there was a method to my immediate madness, François. I was curious as to whether the rumours were true, and whether your relationship with Miss. Fairmont was true. 

Apparently my sources were correct with what they’d informed me of.

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I guess anything to shut that mouth of yours... or open it; I suppose that depends on your perspective.

For the record, I don't care. Green doesn't really suit you, Constance, and your attitude doesn't really suit me. So if that's all you have to say...

And what woman doesn't like Godiva? That's like an Italian that doesn't like pasta. Seriously? What's wrong with you?

Since when have you been aware of my love for such things as chocolates, François? Last time we spoke, you were far more concerned with paying for my vodkas than what sweets I indulged myself in.

And for the record, I’m not a woman who enjoys Godiva. You must have me mistaken with Audrey.

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Come on, an excuse to eat chocolate. Don't women like that? 'Oh, what do you know? It's National... Rose Month. Let's get some Godiva.'

Except it's Halloween and it actually makes sense.

A Hallowe’en Scare-Fest? How brilliant! I myself do love a celebration of this horrific day.

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I love tacos! What a coincidence.

Halloween, you say?

Watch me stay at home and consume ungodly amounts of tacos and wine.

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Mieux que jamais, mon frère.

Best thing about Saturday?

Comment vous sentez-vous, petit singe?

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Been alright. Could complain, but I won't. And yourself? Haven't seen you around Launceston in months.

Who wouldn't want to re-enact Braveheart if their sister got them a Scottish sword?

Best thing about Saturday?

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It was collecting a bit of dust in its display case. Couldn't resist the urge...

For a second, I felt like Conan the Destroyer.

Best thing about Saturday?

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Best thing about Saturday?

Don't have to do crap.

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Fran took a deep breath, running a hand along his jaw, the callous pads of his fingers immune to the stubble that he was too lazy to get rid of. He wasn't angry so much with Audrey as he was with the audacity of that plastic bastard and with his own absence that prompted the little confrontation. He pointed, not necessarily at her, but more as an idle gesture as he spoke, "Did he hurt you? Did he threaten you?" Fran's nostrils flared momentarily, intuitively guessing the answer to the question was no as Konstantin was more or less passive-aggressive as opposed to blatantly threatening but he wanted to make sure, "No, no... Maya would be more than willing to stay with your dad if it made you feel better, even Dan. But I don't think you will have to worry about it."

Fran? ~private!~

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Fran couldn't resist the urge to look over his shoulder and offer her a lopsided grin, shrugging a little as if that corner was no exception to the numerous of places they had 'made out.' That one just so happened to be in his parents house, but hey? "You come to flirt with me? Always knew you had a massive crush but I never figured you'd be this forward."

The atmosphere was nice, but it wasn't necessarily free--it never really had been between Fran and Audrey. There was a lot of tension between the two and Fran wasn't stupid; Audrey hadn't come here to play nice and he could feel it. But there was a part of him that wanted them to be able to do this, to talk like this without an underlying motive or some bad news following. Small talk didn't soften the blow of the inevitable. Really, with Fran, sometimes it just kinda pissed him off.

His body went rigid as if someone had a string on his back, pulling and pulling until all of the muscles in his body became so tight, it burned. He still had some tools in his hand when he turned back around to face her, but what he was going to do with them was long forgotten and all he could do was stutter out, "Wha--he did what? Where were you? Were you in a public place? Does he know where you live? What did he ask you?" He paused for a moment, running a hand through his hair with his free hand. The smile he had once worn had disappeared and was replaced a somewhat irritated scowl, his jaw clenched together as he ground his back teeth. He tossed the remaining tools in their respective compartments and drawers almost too carelessly as their clatter and clang echoed throughout the now quiet garage, "Where is Josiah right now?"

Fran? ~private!~