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[François Laffont]

Good little Franck always played by the rules. He was never loud, he never intentionally hurt anyone and always tried to help. If he ever happened to act differently than this, it had to do with other people or, to be precise, his power. As if it was not annoying enough already that you could feel every tiny little emotion one could feel, at any time of the day, Franck was also able to be overwhelmed by them to the point he acted like those feelings were his own.

Crowds were not easy for him. He could not sense anything in particular but it was strong and confusing. Though the worst was a group of people feeling exactly the same thing and strongly. It didn't have to be a lot, just four or five people being overly excited and Franck would end up in the middle of them, screaming and jumping more than they were.

Franck ended up in the middle of one of those groups. It was not joy however, it was anger. He had no idea what got them so upset, he didn’t take the chance to ask. He ended up caught between them for a little moment and that had been enough to piss him off. Franck was rarely angry and when that happened, he tended to walk away and try to let some steam off away from anyone so that he would not hurt them and feel bad later on. It was what he tried to do.

He was still pretty upset when he bumped into someone. “Watch where you’re going!” he let out, a frown showing his discontentment about all of this. But it wasn’t so long until the real Franck took over and the frown turned into one of concern. “I am so sorry. I don’t know what’s happened. Well, I do, but that really had nothing to do with you, I’m so sorry.”

[Abel Bellefonte]

Abel was doing what he did best, sulking around campus without really meaning too. Of course he could find somewhere to sit hut he loved being lost in the hustle and bustle of a crowd. Maybe it was because he was left to his thoughts, yup that was probably it. Added to the fact that he reading a book and wasn't paying attention to where he was going and he was bound to get into an accident.

It didn't take long for him to bump into someone "Hey dude im-" He was cut off by an angry but familiar voice. He looked up..or rather sort of down and saw Franck, he wasn't used to such hostility from the younger boy. He shrugged off the apology and smiled at the younger boy.

"Are you okay and don't sweat it, there was no damage done." He seemed to he running into a lot of familiar faces now that he was so damn busy. He was kinda regretting taking on so many projects seeing as he now had to catch up with all people he didn't have time to reach out too. "It's been a while, what have you been doing lately?" he asked curiosity apparent on his face. He kind of wondered how many of his sister's friends he was gonna keep running into to.

[François Laffont]

When Franck realised who he bumped into, any anger he might have felt as a residue from the group he passed by vanished. Abel. No need to say, Franck still had a little crush on him. He might not have been interested but he still looked as good and attraction had a lot to do with the way someone looked. Because of this, Franck felt even worse for lashing out at him. This was an action he did so little and generally because of someone’s emotion affecting him that he could not help feeling bad about this. The fact he react on Abel didn’t help either though one might argue that Franck would have felt bad no matter who he lashed out at.

Abel, of course, was not mad about this and it had only little to do with Franck apologizing straight away. That didn’t stop the young man from being ashamed of his behaviour but at least it didn’t last very long. “I’m fine really. I just...” he looked behind him and extended his hand over there, and the mass of people they could look at. “I think I picked up more anger than I thought.” Did Abel remember his power? Franck never hid the fact he was an empath but he also did not scream it every five seconds. In fact, he was trying really hard for it not to affect his social life, something not always easy when half your friends felt bad for you because you picked up every mood changes on someone.

Abel was right, it had been a while. And lots of things happened since their last encounter, starting with the fact that Franck just ended up in a relationship you wouldn’t expect him to get in. Still, when asked what he did since their last meeting, Franck found himself at a loss for words. “Uh... the usual, I guess? I’ve been trying to study for the upcoming exams and just enjoy what is left of my high school years.” He had a soft chuckle at this. Even though he knew the changes would be minor as he would remain here for the first years of college, there was still something very unnerving about it. It was a new step in his life. As for what he had done with his friends or his lover, he kept it to himself. For now. “And you?”

[Abel Bellefonte]

Abel was secretly and unashamedly checking Franck out. He knew that the younger boy was seeing something but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate a nice looking young man. "That explains a lot, you always seem so positive." He remembered a lot about the boy, including his power.

Abek scratched his head as he thought about turned around question. He would much rather talk about Franck and his life lately. He was still getting used to being back and stuff. "We'll I just recently got back from my various projects and stuff. Just trying to get caught up with people, I'm glad I ran into saves me the trouble of tracking you down."

He was smiling and maybe flirting with the younger boy a bit. He didn't have a lot of friend since he had been gone for so long. He would just have to make do with the various friends his sister had.

[François Laffont]

Franck looked down as a chuckle escaped his lips. Abel was right, he was always so positive, making his little outburst all the more shameful to the young Frenchman. The fact Abel knew him well enough to understand this was unlike him did nothing to ease it on him but surely he would have felt just as bad if his first impression would have been this. But since Abel knew him, all Franck saw was that he gave a bad image of himself to a friend.

Said friend didn’t seem to mind so much though. Most of his friends didn’t, really. They always understood. Franck was glad of that but sometimes he wished they were a little less understanding. His power didn't excuse everything.

He smiled brightly to Abel as he claimed being glad to have found him. Franck might be with someone he could not deny he found Abel incredibly attractive. Enough to make Jasper jealous of the way Franck looked at him, no doubt. But the boy was not there and Franck couldn’t help looking. “What kind of projects?” he asked, interested in what his friend had been doing as of late. Sadly for Abel, Franck was more the kind who liked listening to others rather than talk of himself. It was easier for him to listen to Abel talk of pretty much anything he might want to talk as opposed to discussing what was going on in his personal life.

[Abel Bellefonte]

Abel had no shame, in the fact that he was checking out another one of his sister's friends. It was okay because he was involved with someone right? Still Abel caught the questions and shrugged "I started up an organization to help displaced people in foreign countries affected by civil conflict, a couple of other charities and switching one of my majors to culinary arts." He wasn't exactly trying to brag but it sounded like it. He had gotten used to the fact that no matter how much good he did, people assumed it was for publicity reasons.

"You're not getting out of it that easy. How does it feel so almost be a college a student." He offered the boy a smirk, he wasn't going to get out of catching up. It meant that they both had to talk about their life so far. The french boy obviously had to tell him more, he knew like everybody and Abel needed info.

[François Laffont]

When Abel talked of projects, Franck assumed the kind teenagers or young adults normally had, like finding a job, travelling across Europe or working on something they wished to make a fortune from one day. Not all of that charity work. He should have thought better though, as this was Abel Bellefonte. The guy was not exactly ‘like everyone else’. Franck didn’t try to hide his admiration for this. “That’s really impressive. It must be taking a lot of your time. Are you hoping the country would welcome more refugees?” Franck knew a bit about the news around the world. A bit. But he was aware of different civil conflicts around the world and how thousands of people fled their hometown for their safety. “Are all of your charities for this?” With that much good work, the fact he decided to study culinary arts sort of escaped Franck. Hey, if he wanted to be a cook while handling those organizations, he didn’t see why not. It was clear what he was most impressed about and he didn’t think Abel was bragging too much while talking of this.

He chuckled as he was caught shifting the conversation on the other guy instead of himself. “Great but weird at the same time, you know? Not that much will change, I’ll still study here and see the same people I’m seeing right now but at the same time it will be different. It’s exciting,” he admitted, chuckling again after he talked, offering Abel another one of his smiles. He knew things wouldn’t change so much. But it also felt like a big step.