say that you love me.

[amant]

Francis Bonnefoy #1430 Notes. Love Letters. Etc.

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[amant]

[W O W. Which is what France is mouthing, right now. At that.]

I might go. For ah. Easter..... Maybe. Not that-- wait, so you've been?

[How else would he know about the priest? Skeptical look here.]

Well that's the purpose. It's surprising that I've never done this before.

[sod]

[Don't deny it... but. Yes.]

It'd be a shame to not go for Easter. ...I've been though, yes. A few times.

[Side glances. Don't judge him for going to church?!]

It's because you're too lazy to drive, obviously.

[amant]

I'd ask you to go with me but I'm fairly sure lighting would strike us down. [dryly]

[He's not judging you really. Just finds it ironic after all the tomfoolery, but maybe that makes sense. How many hail marys will you say after today???]

I am not too lazy! [wow indignant much?] I have been doing other things. I need incentive to just waste gas. These cars are American after all. [Like that explains everything.]

[sod]

I'm not entirely sure the priest could handle it either, he's had enough shocks just from myself.

[Don't judge him, okay? It makes him feel better about being a hideous skank... Ahem.]

What does the cars being American have to do with anything?

[amant]

[snorting dryly, he shrugged at that] I don't think I've been all that horrible besides that once. I have a shockingly clean track record in this town.

[Oh, he kind of mourns it. He and his hand, the ultimate otp after all. Offhandedly, because now he's distracted by his poor excuse of a love life, he replies]

They're horrible. I am halfway convinced to just bike everywhere now that the weather is holding up.

[sod]

[He glances over at France, frowning a bit.] It's a little hard to believe.

[But well, there's a huge 'for now' looming on the horizon.]

Isn't that a little too much exercise for you?