“Francesco?” he repeated the name, his mind suddenly jumping to the memories of strange foreign films he’d watched. Somehow it had a religious feeling about it even. Like maybe this guy was a prophet, or raised in a temple. He wanted to snort at the thought because it was so unlikely, but he held it back. This guy definitely had a foreign feeling to him though. It reminded him of another strange, foreign person he’d met before. “So, Fran. Is it alright if I call you Fran?”
“Mmh”, he hummed out when the other man repeated the name he had donned once in his escape from himself. He could not quite help the slight laugh that escaped him when he heard his chosen nickname. “Ne, you may call me Fran”, he told him with amusement flickering in his eyes. There had, after all, been people in London who had ended up calling him that, so he was used to it. “Key and Fran”, he added, with a brief grin. “How are you doing today?”
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“Crazy, definitely”, he agreed in thoughtful words, laced with a measure of amusement. “Cool, maybe”, he added, with a...
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