Frans Lindberg

*leans back with a mocking smile* "Oh, tu n'aimes pas ça? Quel dommage." *drums fingers on knee* Fine. What DO you like? Lighting fires? *snorts* Yeah, not suspicious at ALL.

*the car speeds up* INSANE IS FUN! RIGHT FRENCHIE?

*grins, gripping the hood* You think I'd be here if I liked boring? *leans into the wind* But you're buying me a drink when we get wherever the hell we're going!

*I laugh* DEAL! but first- *I jump us onto another car* -we lose these plates!

*tightens grip* Where you going, petit chat? *leans in closer*

*I smirk at your reaction, finding your shyness cute. I lean in a bit, so we're face to face. My breath smells like mint and I notice your eyes flicker to my lips.*

*My eyes widen as I realize you're not talking to me. I let go of you and take a step back.* "You're…gay?"

*Jester took a deep breath and then looked at Frans as the muzzle fell tot he ground with a thud. He rubbed his mouth for a moment before speaking.* "Finally. You humans are slow and boring." *He said, his voice deep and smooth.*

*I scoffed at his comment and rolled my eyes. I got up and took a few steps back from him.* "I'm not human, I'm French. And you're the one who's slow. You took forever to wake up."

are you French?

*I nod.* "Oui, je suis Francais. Et vous?"

....what?