asgardeventide | ✖ 002, S.O.S.

[Greetings, Asgard! Your bonafide Bonnefoy seems to be well and situated in Freya by now, which is a good thing. His greeting, however, is mildly er, nonexistent and he sounds almost up to his eyeballs in unsures.]

I have ah-- [he pauses, looking at something off-screen rather critically; those fine features and MANLY STUBBLE crinkling in distaste as if he just imagined his mother naked and frolicking with Rome... Which he'd had the misfortune of seeing once, actually--] Now, mes amis! I am not a judgmental man. [He just lies like a rug]

Mais-- Well, I could not help but notice the overwhelming amount of English that have been brought as fellow Traveler to Asgard.

[The hidden, or not so hidden message is I am DROWNING in the ENGLISH. Send help. ]

I am just wondering if there is a reason for this favoritism, hm? Why not say-- the French? If they wanted their city to be colorful again my culture is much more familiar with the expression. No offense, hm? Consider it a case of being homesick...

[He smiles, disarmingly, perhaps, fumbling with his pack of cigarettes before flicking the transmission off. WAY TO LITERALLY OFFEND HALF OF ASGARD, FRANCIS.]

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Yes, Merlin and I are friends. We both come from Camelot, as you probably guessed.

And you are, a nation, then? With a rich culture?

[Fran is the best detective, ever. Well, maybe. He's certainly not humble.]

It is good to have a friend in an unfamiliar place. [a beat...]

I am France. Well, I suppose I would have gone by a different name in your time, ouais?

Probably, I never heard of a France.

[ smiling. ]

You have some friends here too, yes? England.

Oh child, do not let him hear such a claim! He would rather swim in brine until he's a pickled mess than be called my friend.

[Grinning though. He'll try again, thinking.] Certainly not Gaul, though that is a former name. Normandie, peut-être?

I do need to look at a map; my brother Arthur knows of lands and names. I could ask him.

[ as for the first part - ]

Really now? I cannot see why, you seem very kind to me.

We have had a history of being ah, not so nice to one another.

I am, ah, figuratively speaking, your next door neighbor. [yep] I could always teach you, though land has changed hands and names more than a few times since your time.

[Geography lessons with France. It sounds unsavory but isn't. Promise...!]

Would you? That would be entirely kind, and I would be honored.

[Until she realizes he's got an offhanded bit of commentary about every country he'll point out. Hey. Could be fun anyway!]

Ma chere, it would be a blessing to give this old man something productive to do. I promise to be completely thorough and you will show that brother of yours superior prowess, ouais?

Yes, indeed. And I must thank you for taking the time to teach me.

[And this is where Fran is much too honest when he should shut up, but look at this face. He's pretty and has the best intentions!]

Any time that I may gaze upon a beauty such as yours and have intelligent conversation as well is certainly time spent most wisely.

[Yep. He probably should ask if she's a lady spoken for but that's never mattered too much for some innocent compliments, right?]

[ Grinning; well at last someone here who knows how to flatter a lady. ]

You flatter me, sir; I fear I might blush.

[This man. Really. Charm is a bit of a redundant power to have with him but it fits? Don't worry, he's not putting flame to his smolder, if you will.]

Hm... [He tilted his head, giving her a quick glance. Assessing the situation, yes. Smoothly:] Perhaps you could flatter me with dinner after our lesson? It would be quite ah, ungentlemanly of me to leave a lady with a full mind but an empty stomach! If my Ladyship wishes to, of course.

You cook? I'm afraid I lack the skill entirely, myself.

[Oh. Oh oh. Oh oh oh.]

I am a natural entertainer, Morgana. Of course I can cook.

[He's wearing the And I'm the best in the land face. Cocky bastard. However! He does like providing a good meal to lovely ladies that need dire attention.]

It is only a question of what you enjoy most, though-- I can surprise you if you wish.

[Even fictional English food is English food. Uck.]

I reckon I will like a surprise, then.

You are a daring sort, but I refuse to let you go unsatisfied.

[Well, that didn't sound right. Coyly:]

When would you like to set up this little arrangement?

[ Lifting an eyebrow, looking amused. ]

Whenever you have time, sir, I am entirely dependent on you.

[laughing at that, oh you dapper ass you]

What district are you in? I think gathering our bearings is most important, d'accord? I am in Freya, though I can tear myself away if to offer my knowledge to yourself.

I am in Thor, though I belong to Heimdall house. A visit in Freya sounds pleasant, though. I should hate for you to trouble yourself twice for my sake.

✖ 002, S.O.S.

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this is his 'challenge accepted' face :T

:3

:3 indeed

kvkjfkjfhfkjhf France what even.

He's in his natural habitat being beeeeaaastly.

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Alive!

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