"Monsieur?"
Pausing in his way down the dimly lit hallway, Billy turned when he heard himself being addressed, looking for the owner of the hesitant voice. It was Javier, hands tucked behind his back and peeking out from under his boyish mop of amber curls.
"Oui, Javier? Quel est erroné?*" Javier closed the distance between himself and Billy,
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