low fidelity
𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴
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[div class=smalltextcontainer][div class=smalltext][div class=tag]mood[/div] ;; new year, same ol' me.
[div class=tag]location[/div] ;; cafeteria during lunch time.
[div class=tag]outfit[/div] ;; his school uniform.
[div class=tag]interactions[/div] ;; his aunties, elijah, && ryan.
[div class=tag]tags[/div] ;;
TheWaffleLord
oxytocin
[/div][/div] [div class=textboxcontainer][div class=textbox][div class=dialogue]"Are you nervous about your first day back, dear?"[/div]
Nervous was an understatement.
Francis was flitting around his dorm room; somehow, despite waking up before Elijah, he was running late and full of nervous energy as he got ready as fast as possible. He had already showered, and stood half dressed, smoothing out his school uniform trousers with his cellphone held precariously between his shoulder and cheek. On the phone was his aunt Clementine, her voice smooth and steady, always calm. He could imagine the exact face she would be making now. Serious, put together, everything that Francis could only hope to achieve. His auntie Julia was with Clementine, but busy in the kitchen making breakfast.
[div class=dialogue]"Kind of? I mean, I know how it's gonna be already. But everybody's sad about...you know who. And I have no idea how to handle it. I didn't know him, but I was there, which was freaking terrifying. And now, I'm in The Club, capital T, capital C for emphasis, so it's just gonna be an awkward situation."[/div]
Francis gave a little huff as he yanked on his shoes, oxfords shiny from a neat polish the night before.
[div class=dialogue]"I don't wanna pop in all like, 'hey guys, whats up, sorry I witnessed some awful traumatic biz about your friend, but its all cool and thanks for letting me into your cool kids club.' But I'm not sure how else it'll go?"[/div]
His aunt gave a little hum of consideration.
[div class=dialogue]"I don't think it'll go like that, Francis. Everybody processes grief in their own weird ways. You all went through something awful together. Just be understanding, as I'm sure they will be, and they'll appreciate that. I gotta go to work now, 'kay? Text me if anything, kiddo. Love ya."[/div] A bit more distantly, his aunt Julia yelled, [div class=dialogue]"And me too! Call me after class! Love you!"[/div]
Francis smiled as they said their goodbyes. His frazzled nerves were soothed a bit, but the lad still rushed to pack his backpack and throw on the rest of his uniform. In the mirror, he tugged a hand through the fluffy mop of hair atop his head, and headed off to class.
Anxiety sat low in his gut, making its presence be known, as the crowded halls parted for him with ease. His height meant he towered over 80% of the student body, but at least it meant people wouldn't mess with him. Francis kept his fact set in its cool facade, betraying the emotions inside. He already heard the mumbles and whispers around, even in his homeroom class, the entire school in mourning. Jordi was dead. Even in the afterlife, he lingered through the halls of Montgomery in everybody's memories and recollections of time spent with him. And he couldn't blame them; he knew Jordi very briefly. They had chatted maybe two or three times, having the same chemistry class last year, and then hung out a bit at the party. He distinctly remembers a warm hand grasping his shoulder, a shout of congratulations! when the new members of the club were announced and celebrated. Jordi was charming and warm, like a walking sun, with the rest of the world orbiting around him. And now, he was gone. And Francis had no fucking clue how to react.
Morning classes came and went with a sigh and rubbing at his tired eyes behind his glasses. Sitting with Elijah at lunch without a second thought, Francis tucked into his food. Despite the feeling of unease, his appetite was unparalleled, and he had quite the weakness for creamy mushroom pastas and honey turmeric lemonade. However, Francis paused and looked up at Elijah, eyebrows furrowed. His friend's concern was genuine, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy and guilt in his chest.
[div class=dialogue]"I'm gonna be honest, man. The police are figuring it out right now, but you and I both know really well that this school is a big ol' boiling pot of drama. I really doubt that is actually the case."[/div] He told Elijah sympathetically, [div class=dialogue]"I know that's not the best reassurance, but like, we gotta remember the good memories of him, and honor those, y'know?"[/div]
At the sight of Ryan, he almost let out a deep sigh of relief. God, Francis really had no clue how to handle everything happening at the moment. He just wanted to be a good friend, but felt like his advice was probably a bit shit sometimes. Especially in situations like these.
[div class=dialogue]"Of course, of course,"[/div] Francis smiled gently and gestured for her to sit, [div class=dialogue]"You know you don't gotta ask. Hey, want some orange slices?"[/div]
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low fidelity
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[div class=tag]location[/div] ;; cafeteria during lunch time.
[div class=tag]outfit[/div] ;; his school uniform.
[div class=tag]interactions[/div] ;; his aunties, elijah, && ryan.
[div class=tag]tags[/div] ;;
TheWaffleLord
oxytocin
[/div][/div] [div class=textboxcontainer][div class=textbox][div class=dialogue]"Are you nervous about your first day back, dear?"[/div]
Nervous was an understatement.
Francis was flitting around his dorm room; somehow, despite waking up before Elijah, he was running late and full of nervous energy as he got ready as fast as possible. He had already showered, and stood half dressed, smoothing out his school uniform trousers with his cellphone held precariously between his shoulder and cheek. On the phone was his aunt Clementine, her voice smooth and steady, always calm. He could imagine the exact face she would be making now. Serious, put together, everything that Francis could only hope to achieve. His auntie Julia was with Clementine, but busy in the kitchen making breakfast.
[div class=dialogue]"Kind of? I mean, I know how it's gonna be already. But everybody's sad about...you know who. And I have no idea how to handle it. I didn't know him, but I was there, which was freaking terrifying. And now, I'm in The Club, capital T, capital C for emphasis, so it's just gonna be an awkward situation."[/div]
Francis gave a little huff as he yanked on his shoes, oxfords shiny from a neat polish the night before.
[div class=dialogue]"I don't wanna pop in all like, 'hey guys, whats up, sorry I witnessed some awful traumatic biz about your friend, but its all cool and thanks for letting me into your cool kids club.' But I'm not sure how else it'll go?"[/div]
His aunt gave a little hum of consideration.
[div class=dialogue]"I don't think it'll go like that, Francis. Everybody processes grief in their own weird ways. You all went through something awful together. Just be understanding, as I'm sure they will be, and they'll appreciate that. I gotta go to work now, 'kay? Text me if anything, kiddo. Love ya."[/div] A bit more distantly, his aunt Julia yelled, [div class=dialogue]"And me too! Call me after class! Love you!"[/div]
Francis smiled as they said their goodbyes. His frazzled nerves were soothed a bit, but the lad still rushed to pack his backpack and throw on the rest of his uniform. In the mirror, he tugged a hand through the fluffy mop of hair atop his head, and headed off to class.
Anxiety sat low in his gut, making its presence be known, as the crowded halls parted for him with ease. His height meant he towered over 80% of the student body, but at least it meant people wouldn't mess with him. Francis kept his fact set in its cool facade, betraying the emotions inside. He already heard the mumbles and whispers around, even in his homeroom class, the entire school in mourning. Jordi was dead. Even in the afterlife, he lingered through the halls of Montgomery in everybody's memories and recollections of time spent with him. And he couldn't blame them; he knew Jordi very briefly. They had chatted maybe two or three times, having the same chemistry class last year, and then hung out a bit at the party. He distinctly remembers a warm hand grasping his shoulder, a shout of congratulations! when the new members of the club were announced and celebrated. Jordi was charming and warm, like a walking sun, with the rest of the world orbiting around him. And now, he was gone. And Francis had no fucking clue how to react.
Morning classes came and went with a sigh and rubbing at his tired eyes behind his glasses. Sitting with Elijah at lunch without a second thought, Francis tucked into his food. Despite the feeling of unease, his appetite was unparalleled, and he had quite the weakness for creamy mushroom pastas and honey turmeric lemonade. However, Francis paused and looked up at Elijah, eyebrows furrowed. His friend's concern was genuine, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy and guilt in his chest.
[div class=dialogue]"I'm gonna be honest, man. The police are figuring it out right now, but you and I both know really well that this school is a big ol' boiling pot of drama. I really doubt that is actually the case."[/div] He told Elijah sympathetically, [div class=dialogue]"I know that's not the best reassurance, but like, we gotta remember the good memories of him, and honor those, y'know?"[/div]
At the sight of Ryan, he almost let out a deep sigh of relief. God, Francis really had no clue how to handle everything happening at the moment. He just wanted to be a good friend, but felt like his advice was probably a bit shit sometimes. Especially in situations like these.
[div class=dialogue]"Of course, of course,"[/div] Francis smiled gently and gestured for her to sit, [div class=dialogue]"You know you don't gotta ask. Hey, want some orange slices?"[/div]
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FRANCIS.
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