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december third>> gaston
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Gaston’s blue eyes sparkled with even more curiosity. “Of course she liked me more.” Gaston ran his fingers through his shiny, dark hair. Everything about him was perfect and “shiny”, standing out from the rest of the crowd. They both had black hair, but LeFou’s was dull and thin compared to his friend’s. Of course she did. He repeated in his head a bit bitterly. “But she also smiled at you. You should have taken that as an invitation.” LeFou looked at Gaston like he had grown another head which wouldn’t be a bad thing as he had a very beautiful, perfect face. “She smiled at me because I’m with you, Gaston.” LeFou clarified, looking down at the table. Yes, that had to be it.
He paused as the waitress returned, her face redder than her striking hair. LeFou stared at her this time-trying to pick up any signals. Could what Gaston have said really be true? He doubted it. She set his cup in front of him, the foam hearts uneven from her shaky hands. She was pretty jittery, but he didn’t mind. He thanked her as quietly and politely as he would thank anyone.
He heard the crinkling of paper-what was that? He felt some sort of strange vibe from Gaston, but was too busy looking for the crinkling. She took a deep breath and set a damp, wrinkled slip of paper in the center of the table. Smiling awkwardly, she returned to the station before either of the men could say anything. LeFou glanced at the paper curiously, but allowed Gaston to be the first to see what it was.
After a moment, he couldn’t help but lean over Gaston’s broad shoulder to see what was there. A number and a doodle as well. Gaston chuckled, and LeFou did nothing, he was not surprised. How many times had this happened to Gaston? Countless times. “Then maybe it’s time to start having a timetable.” LeFou kept his eyes on Gaston as the paper was tossed to him. He groped around to pick it up, not wanting the waitress to feel hurt when Gaston tossed it away by ignoring it. “Even if you don’t like her, it won’t hurt to have a little.” He bit his lip-another swallow. That dangerous lip bite and Gaston’s tone… “Fun.” LeFou sighed lightly, “You know me, Gaston. Fun… is not my thing. I don’t have fun. Well, that kind of fun.”
o r p - @sunflower.flow sorry i have to go off my computer so i can’t comment! but i thought you might want this more
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