✖ 002, S.O.S.

[amant]

[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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[sicarius]

[There is a grin on the other end. Already he enjoys talking to Francis. THESE TWO WILL GET ALONG SPLENDIDLY.]

I am Ezio. You would be correct, messere.

[NOTICE HOW HE SWITCHED TO ITALIAN FRANCIS.]

[amant]

[YOU ATTRACTIVE GOATEE'D FELLOW YOU. He wants to pinch your cheek fondly. That's really up for debate if he's thinking of the one on his face though. Don't worry, he'll play nice; he does enjoy good conversation over most things even pert backsides :|]

Ezio, ouais? [For the sake of not bastardizing Italian by using googletranslate like I do occasionally with French, let's say he switches to this fellow's native tongue, hm?]

I was always fond of the Italians, you know. Their way of life is compatible with my own, being France after all.

[More like fond of the Italies* but really, let's not drop the "I'm a country" bombshell coupled with "Yours is quite literally divided between two" tear gas.]

/rolls in all the late tags

[sicarius]

[Well maybe Ezio can play nice too, if he feels like it.

Er well. Excuse him a moment, he's going to blink at that statement and not quite comprehend what you just said.]

...Francia? Did I mishear you, signore?

[And don't worry about bastardizing Italian I DO IT ALL THE TIME HAHAHAH]

/crawling in all the late tags

[amant]

[for some reason catching this man off-guard makes the blond smile, head leaning to the side.]

You look like you are a man with keen hearing. I would not underestimate your senses now simply because you are not used to hearing what you have.

Yes, France. The embodiment of, that is.

[He makes being old look very good. :|]

It is a common ah, ailment I should say...