The harsh smells assaulted Francis' sensitive, allergy-ridden respiratory system, provoking a brief coughing fit. But his eyes lit up when he saw the things they were selling. Planner folios. Pen pouches. Nerd shit. His organizational skills would be enhanced a thousandfold. He darted to each case, face all but pressed against the glass. Soon, his excited perusal fixated on the pen that was being shown off to Ripley. This resulted in an awkward moment where he was fully in her personal space before even realizing she was there.
"Oh! Salutations again!" he said, finally stepping back to a respectful distance. "Amusing how we keep running into each other. What are the odds?" For all his book smarts, his social deduction and common sense could use some work.
"Oh! Salutations again!" he said, finally stepping back to a respectful distance. "Amusing how we keep running into each other. What are the odds?" For all his book smarts, his social deduction and common sense could use some work.
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