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crux_fleet2014-06-19 08:02 am
smallest) wrote in crux_fleet2014-06-19 08:02 am
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[Open log]
Who: Francœur and YOU
Where: Around the city
When: Juno 16
Warnings: Gross bug moulting habits
[Early evening, Bistro Deur]
"Ever since you smiled at me
I fell in love with you endlessly
Your shape fills my dreams, fills my dreams"
People crowded the small bistro for another performance. After the success of his debut, the Bistro Deur had been a frequent place for Francœur's songs. This time he sang a slow love song that people could sway to, or simply get lost in as they stared longingly in each other's eyes. Although this song required less energy and dance routines, he poured all his heart into it just as he did to every one of his songs. Perhaps that was why he looked a little out of breath by the end. He stayed only briefly to mingle with the crowd. It was long after the performance, and yet he still gripped his chest and gasped for air when he thought no one was looking.
[Night, near the housings]
He only had one performance that night. He planned it this way, but he did not plan for this to happen so soon. There was no denying it, he was moulting tonight. Unusual for a flea at this stage, but he stopped being a usual flea a long time ago. Every part of his body felt like it was getting smaller all around him. It sapped his strength and made it hard to move. Slowly, he moved closer to the housings one step at a time. He trudged, and then crawled, until eventually he fell face down on the ground. His back twisted and he hunched over, creating a loud snap that echoed off the walls of the city.
Where: Around the city
When: Juno 16
Warnings: Gross bug moulting habits
[Early evening, Bistro Deur]
"Ever since you smiled at me
I fell in love with you endlessly
Your shape fills my dreams, fills my dreams"
People crowded the small bistro for another performance. After the success of his debut, the Bistro Deur had been a frequent place for Francœur's songs. This time he sang a slow love song that people could sway to, or simply get lost in as they stared longingly in each other's eyes. Although this song required less energy and dance routines, he poured all his heart into it just as he did to every one of his songs. Perhaps that was why he looked a little out of breath by the end. He stayed only briefly to mingle with the crowd. It was long after the performance, and yet he still gripped his chest and gasped for air when he thought no one was looking.
[Night, near the housings]
He only had one performance that night. He planned it this way, but he did not plan for this to happen so soon. There was no denying it, he was moulting tonight. Unusual for a flea at this stage, but he stopped being a usual flea a long time ago. Every part of his body felt like it was getting smaller all around him. It sapped his strength and made it hard to move. Slowly, he moved closer to the housings one step at a time. He trudged, and then crawled, until eventually he fell face down on the ground. His back twisted and he hunched over, creating a loud snap that echoed off the walls of the city.