@ManOfNcMercy "We are talking about the virus.. right?"
He asked brows risen. "Never thought you'd be interested." He teased.
"Tomorrow maybe, I think I'm getting somewhere."
He answered honestly while shaking his head. "So try to relax for a few hours, it'll be done soon."
@TheFrench0ne “This is happenin’, mate.. whether yer like it or not.”
Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
“Best thing to do is lube up and relax into it.. which shouldn’t be too difficult for you, eh?”
Flashing a grin.
“Deep breath. Lemon fuckin’ squeezy.”
“Oi, Sporty Spice.. hope that smile means you’ve finished cookin’.”
Folding his arms across his chest.
“And I don’t mean yer shit steak that Kimiko keeps sneakin’ to Terror on the sly, neither.”
#𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥
Seriously enjoying my improv interactions with @TheFrench0ne — give them a follow if you don’t already.
Love how easily they roll with the punches. Makes this role-play thing fun.
That’s it. That’s the tweet.
@TheFrench0ne “Terror enjoys ‘em.. but he don’t half take some 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 lookin’ shites afterwards.”
His expression turns slightly darker at Frenchie’s following words.
“So ya keep sayin’.. Better not be cockin’ it up to save yer girl, Frenchie. Wouldn’t wanna disappoint me now, would ya?”
@ManOfNcMercy "An empty threat, I know you and your little temper need me. And yes, I'll probably see you later. When you come back to pester me about the virus."
@TheFrench0ne “Yeah, yeah.”
Pulling the cigarette from his lips, he rolls his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “Right little chuckle meister ain’t ya? Be careful though, this temper ‘o mine.. 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬.”
Snapping his teeth, he wags a finger at Frenchie before leaving.
“See ya later, yeah?”
“That better be you cookin’ up that virus.. or I’m takin’ that swanky little microscope and shovin’ it so far up your arse..”
A pause and a bright grin.
“I’m just kiddin’, mate. It’s good to see ya, Frenchie. Did ya miss me?”
@ManOfNcMercy He chuckles leaning against the table arms folded across his chest.
"I did have a good laugh. Watching you look all panicked is priceless. And now the fact you're pissed off, makes me so happy."
@TheFrench0ne Irritation flickers across his face. The gentle teasing? He could handle that on a normal day. But with what Frenchie was working on? That shit wasn’t a joking matter.
“Had a good laugh did we? Get to back to work..”
He grumbled, before adding a soft: “Wanker.”
@ManOfNcMercy Seeing the genuine panic he starts to laugh.
"Priceless wish I had some cameras set up now."
Walking back to the microscope he glances down at the sample he was working on.
"Everything is fine, I was just fucking with you."
@TheFrench0ne Eyes widening, a flicker of genuine panic appears on his face. Imperceptible. Unless you’d known the man for years, like 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 had.
Taking a step back, he 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 shoves his hands in his pockets.
“Well done, Frenchie. Passed the Health ‘n Safety test..”
@ManOfNcMercy "Please I've worked with meth heads who had better equipment." He started to tease playfully.
"Ah yes 'fancy dials 'n everything.' Just what I needed." He rolls his eyes.
"Get that smoke away." He tries snatching the cigarette. "Could fuck with everything and we'd be fucked."
@TheFrench0ne “Somewhat decent? Cut it out, would ya? That lot cost me a pretty penny, mate!”
Stalking over to the table, he picks up one of the microscopes, cigarette firmly trapped between his lips.
“Look.. it’s got all those fancy dials ‘n everythin’.. didn’t skimp on ya, Frenchie. See?”
@ManOfNcMercy "Your more Grinch after his change of heart." He laughs to himself.
"But I suppose your somewhat decent lab equipment was a nice gift, so.. thank you?"
@TheFrench0ne Flashing a wide grin, baring some teeth, but no 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 malice in the motion.
“Now you can’t say I don’t get you nothin’. Can ya?”
Lighting up his cigarette, he tilts his head back, inhaling deeply.
“Call me Father fucking Christmas, mate.” His voice dips lower.
“Ho ho ho.”