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@Crystal_Horizon 
            :( n o no hunnnnn I sorrrrryyy

┇ @-DamnedKissed : S O B S
                                                  YOU'RE A MEANIE
                                                  I HATE U

@Crystal_Horizon SL EEP OR I WON’T reply >:)

@aIfredthehero 
            
            ( Of course, and no worries. I can always wait. Would you like me to throw you a starter or would you want to do it. I don't mind either way. )

( @aIfredthehero   forgive me for my absence . i may be occupied these days , though an rp or two would be nice to have . )

Alright! Thanks for your time.

( @HTTP_AUSTRALIA   yes , yes . if you would like , you're welcome to send a starter or one liner at any time . )

Yeah, I understand that you were absent and that’s ok!

( @fallido   damn , have i been away for so long ? my apologies . )
            
            Francis, though seeming as lively as ever, had quite some changes─skin a much paler colour, bags apparent under his icy blues, and the way he pursed his lips to keep his fangs from barring out was the most prominent. " Of course, mon ami, " he patted Antonio's back. " You seem very excited. Have I missed anything? "

@frenchtoast- 
            What a mood //
            
            He continued he heard the small pleads. But he could seem to stop, using his inner strength to do that retracting his fangs before resting on the Frenchmen’s shoulder. Overwhelmed with the taste  and having to pull away from his gripping onto what was under his finger tips taking in air. 
            
            Nuzzling his self into the others neck slouching a bit as he regained his own composure feeling it had weaken during those moment. Mouth tasting like heaven as he swallowed anything left behind.
            
            He shuddered a bit teetering here or there licking at his lips to satisfy whatever hunger was leftover. Sucking on his bottom lip closing his eyes for a moment before opening them up “how do you know my name?” He whispered softly seeming he knew his, but Matthew wasn’t close to knowing the centuries old vampires own name.

( @-DamnedKissed   i have returned from the dead . )
            
            Gulping a breath of air, Francis groaned absently into the crook of Matthew's neck as he began to feed himself off his blood. Though he may survived as a vampire for many centuries, he was considerably weak compared to most vampire his age, thus losing even the smallest bit of blood might cause him to become ill or immobile to doing even the basic ability a vampire should be able to do.
            
            Tugging on the blonde locks of Matthew's hair, he wished the boy would stop from drinking so much of his blood. " Matthieu, " he rasped, voice barely above a whisper as his grip became a tad more weaker with passing time. " Ça y est, ça suffit, " his native tongue told the other to stop as he took in a shaky breath.
            
            Feeling his legs began to tremble, he supported himself by leaning in to Matthew's body, as to avoid himself from falling to the tiled floor. With ragged breathing, Francis managed to keep himself awake, somehow. Caressing the Canadian's hair, a soft chuckle left his lips as he felt himself drained of his power. " That's enough for now, Matthieu. "

@frenchtoast- // trueeee
            
            His breathe shaky but, he felt some type of relief he wasn’t dead technically. It made him worry less, he sucked in his bottom lips canines shown like pearls amethyst smoothing over anything in its path. He was a beauty for his pale skin porcelain oh how would the folks in town react to his skin make fun of him for looking so feminine. Golden hair seemed to drape around his head curling from the temperature making it frizz. 
            
            Drawing his attention to the man in front of him watching him move from his soft hands that held dirt that stained them. Until small words escaped the Frenchmen’s pursed lips staying quiet. 
            
            He finally reacted to such movements when he saw the other move close resting on him before he finally was close to his neck eyes wide hands resting in his lip. Breathing was soft he was able to contain his self before he finally allowed fingers to creep towards Francis. Hands moving to his hair pulling close to find a better position before he finally sank those sharp knives into the Francis neck he railed a noise back as he sucked feeling that taste oh, how he was sweet and thick flowing like it was naturally. He adjusted his self pulling himself til he was close enough for a comfortable positions his cape fluttering around him.
            
            Hands, one holding locks and the others gripping onto clothing on his the Frenchmen’s back to remind himself that he was there standing drinking a thirst that rise seem to vanish as he continued to feed.
            
            

@frenchtoast-  YES PLEASE DO SO!! I WANT MORE ILL DROP A STARTER SOON!! AND TOMORROWS FRIDAY!!!! AHHhhHhH

( @-DamnedKissed   THANK YOU , PLEASE DO ─ I SHALT EXPAND THE UNIVERSE OF THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST FOR YOU THEN ! AND , IT'S ALRIGHT , MON COUER ! )

@frenchtoast- I COULD START FOR YOU AND YOUR BEAUTY AND THE BEAST STARTER WAS WONDERFUL I LOVED IT!! SCHOOLS GOT ME BUSY SRRY!!

( @Wine-and-Roses   you're very much welcome , and thank you so much ! )