The Frank Army (Frank)

[François Laffont]

Well, their teacher definitely had more glitter than they did. He was literally covered in those. Wearing an outfit made of it would not make him glitterier than he was at the moment. In a way, he was sorry for the man. He did not deserve this. Then again, he knew you didn’t need to deserve anything to end up on Frank’s pranking list. He was surprised she did not pull more pranks on him. But Guy... he was an easy target. Sure he scared everyone with just one look but in his back, everyone had a comment to say about his height or his attitude, but mostly his height.

The man was furious and it was an understatement. He was yelling in the halls, waiting probably for someone to point a finger in the right direction. He looked around at the students, wondered if any would give a name, just any name. No one was luckily. But perhaps Franck should have spent more time looking at Guy and where he was currently standing instead of what other students were doing. By mistake, he found himself standing more or less where Frank and he had been dusting off the confetti and the trainer obviously noticed it too. Franck startled as he was called upon and looked at his feet and at the glittering trail. That was not good. He could feel his teacher’s anger building up and he sure didn't want it directed at him, especially when he was innocent! And Frank was trying so hard not to laugh, of course failing at that as he could hear her muffled laughter. François wished he could tell her to shut up as she was aggravating things. But it was a funny sight and he knew asking her to keep quiet would only make things harder for her to do so.

To his surprise however, she remained silent. Seriously? The one moment she could talk and she wasn’t. He gulped down, knowing the trainer was expecting an answer and he sure didn't want to make him wait. “I suppose you won’t believe there was another explosion of confetti here?” What could he say, it was not like he would sell Frank out. “I didn’t notice it, I just went to the door to see what happened like everybody else,” he explained, which was actually the truth. Sure he knew what that trail was doing here but he was not saying it. A sheepish smile appeared on his face. God, he wished he could disappear right now!

[Guy LeGrange]

"Another explosion of confetti," repeated Guy, talking slowly. He raised his brows. "Did you honestly expect that one to work, Mr. Laffont? And even if it did, you somehow did not notice an explosion of confetti happening right here at this very door?" Guy pointed at the smallish pile of confetti and glitter that lay on the floor. The motion made a bit more of his own confetti fall onto the ground, spreading about, looking very much like, well, someone had shed an excess of confetti and glitter onto the spot.

"Next time, Mr. Laffont, I expect you to at least come up with a better excuse. And you had better teach your friend," Guy pointed at the giggly Frank behind Franck, "how to actually put on a poker face. As if it mattered: Miss Cox," this last was said to Frank, "this could have been the work of no one else but you, because most people would have went for glue or something a little more painful. That and you still have confetti in your pant leg," he pointed, nodded, and then looked up at the two students. "I'm thinking two weeks detention for Miss Cox, and a half a week for Mr. Laffont, ah," he held up a finger to stave off any comments from Franck, "it's your reward for sticking by your friend. Loyalty must be rewarded. Now, if you'll excuse me," he shook his hands, sending more glitter and confetti flying, "I need to take a shower,"

and with that, Guy trundled off, not wanting to give either "Fran(c)k" a chance to retaliate, either verbally or physically, not that they couldn't, if they moved quick enough.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"There totally was another explosion! It was like boom! Kaplow! Bloosh!" said Frank, gesturing and sort of getting in front of Franck. She only wanted to see him squirm a little, and as soon as Guy started refocusing on him, she was more than willing to jump in the way. In this case, that also involved some wild hand gestures and sound effects. Actually, that pretty well described how Frank communicated with the outside world, so we'll leave that at that.

Unfortunately, Frank's impassioned pleas fell on a deaf ears. Then again, it was pretty obvious that Guy had figured this out and decided it even before he'd come stomping up to the two of them. Frank stuck her tongue at him and treated him to a rude French hand gesture the moment he started stomping around. This lasted for about ten seconds before she collapsed into another fit of giggling, this time clinging to Franck like he was all that was keeping her semi-upright.

"Oh, did you see that? He looked like a little leprechaun! That was so awesome!" her voice bounced up the scales, landing at a near squeak by "awesome." "remind me to bake some cookies or cupcakes or something to bring to detention for him. That was just so, so, so cool!" she then gave Franck another peck on the cheek. "And you were awesome! All 'there's another explosion and we totally don't know it!' You'd be perfect in an interrogation, you French badass you! Here that boys!" she turned and shouted, pointing at Franck, "French badass here. You know you want some!"

[François Laffont]

François wished their trainer would use his power to suppress his own. But he would obviously not do that. It was a far greater punishment for the poor boy to have him feel the anger building up in his teacher. And it was actually pretty challenging for François. Because he could not only feel other people’s emotions, they also reflected on him. And the last thing you wanted to do was to snap at a teacher when he’s already mad.

Of course, his excuse was the terrible and not plausible one bit. Not like he expected anyone to believe him, especially not Guy. Franck almost wanted to help the man clean up from all the confetti and glitter but he had a feeling this may not be a good idea. Frank of course came to his defense, claiming there had been indeed an explosion here although the way she said it and her hand gesture only made the whole thing more comical. Guy was not fooled by this however and knew it was, if not all at least mostly, Frank’s doing. The fact François had kept a low profile all these years probably had to do with him thinking so.

As Guy pointed out Frank still had some confetti on, he looked at his friend and noticed it was so. He could say she walked in the pile earlier but at this point, why lie? It would only make him angrier and they would end up with more detention time. He gulped at the thought of it. His father would love this.

Franck was swaying from one foot to another. He was torn between Guy’s angry side, trying to stay calm and collected and not to answer it but it was hard when he was also picking up Frank’s hyper energy. He sighed as the sentence dropped on their head but nodded. Half a week. He actually expected Guy to give him more, just because unlike Frank, he would get a lesson out of it. Luckily, the ‘reward’ for loyalty didn’t include taking on her detention time and adding some.

If François managed to keep his composure, Frank didn’t the second their teacher left and she more or less fell in his arms while laughing. He couldn’t help but to smile even though he was still a little angry thanks to Guy and it was now directed towards their detention. It was a funny sight alright. And luckily for Frank, her positive energy quickly washed away any angry feeling he might have, making him struggle to prevent himself from laughing this time. “I’m not sure he’ll trust your cookies,” he pointed out. He would probably wonder if she did not put soap or, why not, even more confetti in them.

He startled a bit when she kissed his cheek, not expecting this. Then again, he never expected anything from her. He smiled again although he could feel a light blush tinting his cheeks when she called out for all the boys to know he was a ‘French badass’. Well, maybe he was not screaming his homosexuality all over school but she had no problem doing it for him. “You got anything else in store or we can expect to start the class?” he asked once he felt she calmed down enough, well at least stopped laughing too hard.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"But my cookies are delishhhhhhhhhhhhious!' instead Frank, poking at Franck while she talked. She fully intended to make him some cookies now and force him to eat them. That was, of course, assuming that she remembered it the next time they met, which had about a fifty percent probability. Frank did have a tendency to remember cookies. And parties. And friends, always friends.

But not decency or tact. Those were right out the window, which Franck was now experiencing first hand, poor guy. Well, if the entire school didn't know he was out, they would by the end of the day. Frank bumped her hip against his in one last uplifting gesture then settled, looking through the class. She bit her lip, working it for a few moments, her eyes rolling up. She hummed a bit. Rocked. Then finally released her lips with a smack.

"Nope, I think that's it, for now," she said. "Wait, there might have been something in the girl's restroom---but that could just be where I was planning on dropping the next one..." Frank chewed her lip, tilting her head again, wishing she had a better handle on time...

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