Post by François Laffont on Sept 11, 2015 10:53:29 GMT -6
“Here, I got a medal for you.” Franck gave the plate with refreshments he took from the homemaker’s club to Devyn and pulled out the smiling pin of the BA Helping Hands he was a member of and pinned it on Jasper’s uniform instead. “There you go, duly decorated for your good services. Now you have no choice but to keep up the good work and help that girl from 206 to move to 511 like I told you.” He could send Devyn for that. The girl had pretty much been sitting here, avoiding most of the work. It was why Franck came to her, see if there was anything wrong or what. She didn't have to be here, she just agreed to help without really agreeing to help. For some reason, Franck decided to pity that and go easy on her. But there might also be the fact the twins caught him in the middle of a beginning of discussion with her. Or the fact he knew said twins would just distract him from doing anything to help. Franck had been all over the place since the beginning of the move-in week. He was not a member of many clubs, only one in fact, but he was also a member of the student council and Elsa had asked for Ellen and himself to make this whole week go smoothly. And so he was trying to do that. Having the twins around, right now, was not the best of ideas.
“We’ll see later, when it’s done for the day okay? And I’ll try to get some of the food the homemaker’s club made, if you don’t eat it all first,” he told them. Well, mostly Jasper. “I’ll properly reward you for all you’ve done then,” he promised him, saying this as low as possible so that no one else may hear. He might just turn bright red otherwise. He quickly kissed him before shooing the two of them away. “The co-ed dorm. Room 206,” he reminded them.
He shook his head, rather amused in fact at them. But he didn’t come here to chat with them and he remembered that along with the plate, he had brought Devyn Solway the drink he suggested he could get for her. It was with the rest so she must have taken it already. He only paced the plate on a table near them and returned his attention on her. He knew of her, of course, but more from her reputation, and the fact he knew who she was dating, then for actually talking to her in the past. Something he had tried to correct right now by discussing pretty anything she felt like instead of actually helping move things around. That didn't stop him from helping though, and he would often paused in the middle of a sentence to help show someone the right direction or give them information about whatever they needed information about. This led to a conversation that was sometimes hard to follow. Hence his question: “Sorry about that. What band were you talking about again?”