A Stingy Situation [Kadri Demir]

"Oh la la, what a day..." Francis mumbled to himself as he waited for the elevator doors to open for him, so that he could step inside and finally get up to the top floor and get into his room. Oh, how he just longed to lie on his soft and warm bed, feel how he was engulfed by the sheets and not having to get up early the next day because he had the day off. All he really had to do, was to come up with something to do... Maybe clean for a bit? He hadn't gotten much cleaning done this week. Or maybe go out shopping for a new pair of shoes. But that thought was to be left for later or even tomorrow, since now he just wanted to go to bed. Or maybe he wanted a nice, hot bath? No, he wanted his bed and needed the sleep it was to give him.

Sighing, he looked around. The elevator was being so slow again. Maybe he should file in a complaint about it- he'd been living here for 3 years, he should have the right to complain, and nothing would get done if no one complained anyway. Of course, he could take the stairs, but his joints were still weak. He had not yet found the cause to his weakening joints - but they were getting just a little stronger again. But not much.

Oh, he was bored... If only there was someone to talk to.


(( I hope it's alright! ))

Francis had been aware of someone coming closer, but he really hadn't bothered to turn and see who it was. He was too busy wallowing in his own thoughts, pitying himself over the fact that he felt drained of all his energy. Though, his full attention was focused on the other person when he suddenly stumbled forward, at the time that the yet unknown person had bumped right into him and making him lose his balance.

He was frowning out of confusion as he turned around, to look at the girl that had bumped into him. Oh, it was that girl. The one he had just seen about once and never spoken with. She didn't seem like the type to like speaking with people. If her looking to the stairs after realising he was also going to take the elevator was anything to go by.

"Oh, it's alright. Some times, things like that 'appens," he said, looking at her with an understanding smile, and of course looking her over a little bit discreetly - curious since he had never been able to look at her properly. Oh, what a little precious little thing she seemed to be! But he knew better than to judge by only the appearance. "And no 'arm was done, so do not worry about it, dear~"

While she was quite the adorable woman, Francis had to admit that she was almost... Annoyingly fidgety. Almost. He knew that there must be something that made her act like that though, so he didn't blame her. Maybe she was shy to new people? Maybe, her whole personality was based on this little nervousness that she seemed to emit from her after realising there was someone else there - whom she had also bumped into. He guessed that it was natural to be nervous around someone you had carelessly bumped into...

He blinked as she smiled such a very small smile before sneaking past him and into the elevator - oh, he needed to get in there too. So he took a hurried step inside, and stood on the other side of the elevator so that he wouldn't bump into her. He knew that she would get off on a lower floor than himself, so he'd just stay in place and continue to go higher after she got off.

It was about when the elevator doors closed, that Francis felt his vision going a bit blurry. He tried to blink it away, but as soon as it all sharpened up again and he could see clearly, but to his despair - his ability to see through things had kicked in. He had to take a deep breath to not start panicking. Maybe trying to make a conversation during their little time together would make him feel easier...?

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your thoughts or something, but may I ask 'o you are?" he asked a bit carefully in a soft tone as he looked at her, trying his best to ignore the fact that her clothes and some of her was fading before his eyes, as he saw through materials. For the sake of being polite though, he really tried to keep a straight face and keep looking at her.

It was almost that he pitied her, really. It must be hard to be so nervous around other people. It definitely wasn't a lifestyle that he himself would like to have. But oh- maybe someday, she would be more comfortable with the idea of speaking to people. Maybe.

"Nice to meet you, Kadri. I'm Francis Bonnefoy- I live on the top floor," he said with a gentle smile. Usually, he would've offered her his hand. But she seemed so very nervous, and his vision made him feel very much against any contact. Since he saw through things, he didn't really trust himself to know where her hand would be if they were to shake hands. What if he started seeing through her hand and panicked- and completely missed her hand and ended up embarrassing himself? Not good, not good.

He was about to look away from her, finding it too much to bear to look at her while his vision was like this - but something really did catch his eyes. Something in the hoodie's pocket, where she kept her hands. Needles! What in the world was she going to do with all those needles- and didn't she prick herself?

"Needles-" he blurted out, feeling shocked as he saw that she was pulling the needles out of her hands. He could also state that he felt a little sick, too....

He placed a hand over his mouth, staring at her with wide eyes. Oh dear, he had just blurted it out without thinking twice. But he just couldn't help it, it was just so... This just shouldn't be happening, but now it was.

"I- Well-" he started as he managed to lower his hand a bit. God, what should he say? Nothing could make this situation any less awkward - or maybe he should describe it as terrible instead... Though it didn't matter what negative word he would use. He still had to explain himself, he knew.

"I- I can see them," he ended up saying, and felt like anything but a smooth talker. But how in the world could he had known that he would end up in a situation like this? He thought that he wouldn't need to explain himself like this - so of course he hadn't even thought about imagining this kind of situation and practice any kind of explanations.