Notes

Francis of Filth: Francis was lonely. Well, not quite, but he had been having trouble making friends due to his sudden culture change. British people could be too uptight for his flirty little self. He had had to learn the hard way that a wink and flip of his gorgeous golden locks wasn't really making anyone swoon. And while language wasn't that much of a barrier, no one here appreciated his beloved French, which was such a turnoff. If people did come to him, they turned out to be too superficial, and Francis got bored quickly of how they had simply nothing to say about him other that his drawing skills and pretty face. It was too depressing, and apart from two of his fellow foreign mates, from Germany and Spain, he had no one he had spoken to for more than two minutes. It was only natural that he had resorted to looming around on fan forums, watching, reading and hoping to find someone interesting enough. His chirpy, social soul needed to be free, and found peace in talking to people on the internet. He considered himself quite lucky to have met that someone, and while he and his online friend, Arthur, hadn't been all that friendly when they had first met, things had quickly grown into a pleasant friendship. The moment he entered the place, his eyes narrowed in search, widened when he spotted the bushy eyebrows and tousled blonde hair, lips breaking into a gleaming smile. "Hey!" he breathed out when he sat beside him, brushing back his hair. "Ho-how are you?"