Sons of Satan (Hetalia RP) Open!

[LyingLastBreath]

"Well I'm glad I got to see you, mon ami." Francis purred, he only used these words so that people would understand what he was trying to say. Francis unlocked the door to the flower shop and released Matthew's arm, holding the door for the beautiful Canadian.

[Paul Stamets]

"Thanks." He said to the other as the door was held open for him, stepping inside. He glanced around the shop. He always did like Francis' flower shop, it was a rather nice place, it put a smile on his face. "I'm glad I have a chance to see you as well." He said.

[LyingLastBreath]

Francis closed the door gently and nodded, he didn't think anyone would be coming into his shop, it didn't seem to be the right time for flower buying, "Ah, well now you can tell me more about your assignment." Bonnefoy smiled, sitting on the counter.

[Paul Stamets]

Matthew wasn't certain if he was allowed to sit or not, so he just stood. "My assignment eh? Well I was just sent to learn aboot the goings on of the Bratva gang in Central. It wasn't really very much." He said modesty.

(Omg. My Canadian friend can't pronounce about and says aboot. It's adorable x3))

[LyingLastBreath]

((Eep~ X3 I love accents **ohmahgawdtheysoundsoprettehhh** Except Austrian, Southern, New York, and certain British, but everything else is like perfection in the form of sound...))

"Ah, maybe I could come with you mon ami? Oh, that sounds exciting." Francis smirked, he was probably breaking some sort of rule, but eh, he was in a gang, all he ever did was break rules or so it seemed. This would be no different in his opinion.

[Paul Stamets]

Mmmm. Yeah I don't really like NY or Southern either, but I love all European accents.))

Matthew blinked. "Oh um, I already went there. I was returning home when I spotted you." His voice trailed down to a mumble near the end, eyes looking away from him. He didn't mean to disappoint the other, assuming he was looking forward to going off to Central.

[LyingLastBreath]

((Male British accents - Don't stop talking, ever o.o, Certain Female British - Direct opposite...
Ah, though that's just my opinion XD I always think of my voice as being kind of bland XD I mean, it's somewhat lower and doesn't really twirl, if that makes any sense?))

"Ah... Well I guess that's fine..." Francis laughed nervously, "Well you don't have to go home now though, do you?" He inquired, "I don't really spend enough time talking to you, I mean, not in a weird way, we just don't speak often enough." And there was more of his nervous laughter..

[Paul Stamets]

Ah. That's true. I don't often listen to female accents >_> ))
I sort of have a British accent. It sounds similar to one of the different dialects, I forgot which, but it only really comes out when I get really pissed off..))

Matthew shook his head. "Non, I should be fine for a while. I mean, if I'm here with you I shouldn't get into trouble." And then he frowned. "Are you alright?" He asked, concerned because the other was acting rather strange. "Is something wrong?" Oh dear, he hoped that he didn't upset Francis!

[LyingLastBreath]

((Mine goes English sometimes, uncontrollably, and I can't stand when it happens. >.> I'm 14% and nail it, but I'm 50% Irish and can't do that worth a penny.))

"Oh, of course, just fine mon ami, you needn't worry." Francis shook his head, hopping down from the counter. "Just fine." This time the Frenchy just kept a straight-face. "So, about this and getting in trouble, what's so important that you'd be scolded for returning late..?" He asked.

((I have to go DX, night~))

[Zaphod Riker]

Jadenne eventually catches on, a look of horror on her delicate features. (WB, it's 00h45 here et I'm tired...))