| [Mar. 16th, 2010|01:39 am] |
Francis opens the door with a little more flair than he would have normally, "Bonjour!" He calls. He steps into the room looking particularly unimpressed with the state of the house -German decorating never was his thing. Popping his head into the kitchen, Francis gives a quick sniff followed by the most dramatic disgust he can muster.
"Oh, what is this smell..." He says and places the wine that was in his hand down on the nearest surface, "I thought surely German cooking would have improved by now." He says with a playful expression, closing his eyes and shrugging.
In any case, Gilbert had invited him out of the blue and while Francis had decided upon request to show up -whether Ludwig knew or not- he decided that being fashionably late really was the sophisticated (and not too eager) thing for a true Frenchman to do.
"And to think you're throwing a party and I only just recently heard about it..." Francis twirls the end of his hair disinterestedly. |
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