part 116 ten regular men

[aphanon_meme]

Sorry for the bit of delay, I was grabbing dinner! And uhhh I just checked... 10,045?! Brings a tear to my eye. well not really but still, that's the record! Daaaang. Also omg, less than 2 weeks until February... did you know it's getting close to the 1 year anniversary? ;3;

Enjoy part 116!

(PS - There is a holiday anon meme gift event going on

Comments

Re: time to raid the meme fridge!

[fillegentille]

[examines a bottle of wine--Pinot Gris]

...it will do.

[rummages in her bag for her corkscrew]

Re: time to raid the meme fridge!

[fillegentille]

[walks past with entire bag of oranges]

Ah, Francoise! How are you doing?

[fillegentille]

Quite well! [and she is~ bruises from getting the crap kicked out of her by Hungary all healed up and everything] And you, chaton? Why so many oranges?

[opens the bottle of wine with a few practised motions and reaches to get two wine glasses out of the cupboard]

[fillegentille]

[blushes a bit]

Good, good! I ah...plan to be using these oranges.

[stomach demands oranges sweet tangy oranges howl howl]

[bites lip]

[fillegentille]

[raises an eyebrow and pours her a glass of wine]

[since when does discipline anon blush]

Well, here you go. Set down your groceries and relax with me for a moment.

[fillegentille]

[oranges can be cute if you really look at them..wait what?]

[blinks]

[sets down oranges]

Thank you, Francoise.

[fillegentille]

[doesn't quite understand that look on your face, but okay]

[sniffs deeply and takes a sip from her own glass of wine]

What sort of dish will you be using the oranges in?

[fillegentille]

[swirls the glass once]

Several uses actually. Orange-glazed green beans, orange biscuits, orange marmalade, orange frappe..

Lately I've been having the strangest food cravings, Francoise.

[fillegentille]

Hm.

[has already finished off her first glass of wine]

[pours herself another] This is something that happens to human women, ouais? Around what you call "that time of the month"?

[fillegentille]

[frowns for a moment]

Perhaps, yet my time of month is off. It has never been precise, Francoise, yet something feels..odd.

[sniffs the wine]

[fillegentille]

[doesn't have plumbing like you do, and so is at a loss to tell you what's going on down there]

Bizarre.

--and oh, it is Pinot Gris. Sweet, not dry.

[fillegentille]

Ah, wonderful.

[raises glass to sip]

[gurgle]

[!]

Ah, please excuse me, Francoise-

[quickly places glass down and mad dash for bathroom facilities]

[fillegentille]

...!

[sets down her own glass and runs after you]

[holds your hair back while you vomit]

[fillegentille]

[appreciates the gesture while worshiping the porcelain god]

Huhh ahh

[does not look so well]

[yanks a piece of toilet paper and wipes at mouth]

[drops it in the bowl and flushes]

T-thank you, Francoise.

[fillegentille]

[takes out a handkerchief and dabs at the corner of your mouth where you missed a spot, and then rubs your back]

Have you eaten something rotten? Are you ill? Speak to me, chaton.

[fillegentille]

[beads of sweat on her forehead]

I..I don't think so. I can't afford to be, but perhaps? I have been feeling tired.