you never told me, c

"You're not her though." He smiled vaguely. "Of course, you have the same face. That's me hoping you've changed."

It was then he placed down his guitar, stood it by the side of the sofa, and nudged over.

"Sick twist of face, isn't it, Nae?" He still didn't know what to think about her. After all, if some girls weren't born with the golden spoons they'd flaunt it to get the same taste.

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He brought his feet up on the sofa, legs crossed, with his free hands rested on top of his knees. Tilting his head, he frowned.

"It is a good apartment. It's not... my business to comment on what wealth decides to spend money on, and it's not a bad game." Didn't mean he liked it, not with Nae. He always thought she could do so much better.

His first reaction to her next comment was to shrug. A person like Nae wasn't that hard to gauge, actually. He still cared, in a fleeting sense. Franklin wondered why there was still a bitter aftertaste hanging in his mouth.

"Didn't think I was so memorable." He snorted, sounding a little sleepy.

@noemi

He liked to believe she cared, judging by all that she's done so far, but he's an expect in the art of not getting your hopes up too far because he also liked to believe that he wasn't hung over it. Franklin lived almost his whole life on a cloud, drifting to cloud nine and a half. Not quite there.

"'Course," He smiled lazily, scratching his head. "It's my nickname for you." The blonde was actually quite pleased with himself at that point.

"Uh, I got kicked out. That tends to be the procedure when you've no money for rent." He'd laugh but then again he didn't see the gap for the nervous laughter. So he stayed silent instead.

@noemi

He patted his knees twice, not saying a word a first. He wouldn't look at her, either.

He didn't really know what to say. He wished he was better with words.

"Come sit with me." He finally tried. "I hope I don't have to pay the pretty penny I don't have... huh."

@noemi

"Huh." Was all he managed to say, as if trying to recover from a dizzy spell. Maybe that's what it was. Maybe. At least, he wanted to believe it was so.

He yawned, covering his mouth and itching the side of his face.

"Huh," he repeated, as if that symbolised his thought process. "I don't know." Shrugging, he looked away. "You tell me."

@noemi

Grabbing another coffee from the table, he drank it all in one go, listening to the sound of her voice more than the words she was speaking.

He ignored her first comment. It would lead to a useless reply anyway. But he blinked at the second, twice in fact, and leaned in without thinking, eyes glowing a lot brighter than before.

"Really?!" He asked, raising his tone, becoming once again, a shadow of what he once was. "I didn't know you did charity! I'm really grateful! I won't be a bother, I swear!"

It was then he finally broke into a smile, grinning to himself. At least he didn't have to worry about getting stabbed, especially in such a nice apartment.

@noemi

He was the one laughing when she was tidying the plates away.

"Y'know me, I'm an honest guy! None of that polite bullshit! Otherwise, you might've refused!" Franklin snorted, stroking his chin, as if pondering his next decision.

"How've you been?" He said next, more to the television screen, but mainly to break the awkward silence the blonde knew was going to come. He yawned again. Being excited was not good for his condition.

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