Present day ~ December 3rd
Gaston looked indulgently from a scrap of paper to LeFou and then back to the note and so on. Somehow he didn’t feel like believing in the amount of uncertainty his friend had. He was expecting him to feel that way, but not to such an extent. “You’re not taking my advice. I see.” It was not a question, although Gaston tried to make it sound like an inquiry. The timbre of his voice seemed even more demanding and powerful. It was as if LeFou’s reaction had outraged his ego. After all, no one should question Gaston’s suggestion. Even his dearest friend.
The girl was pretty. A little too… jumpy for Gaston’s taste, but LeFou really shouldn’t have been picky. Was she not his friend’s type? Gaston didn’t know, and he honestly didn’t want to think about it that much. It felt weird.
Perhaps it was a matter of shyness. Or maybe LeFou wanted something different from life than Gaston. Which would, of course, be astonishingly unusual, for Gaston’s life was perfect in every way. Everyone wanted to be him, even for one day. For God’s sake, Gaston shouldn’t be thinking about it or try to figure it out!
After all, Gaston didn’t want to understand why. Did he care about his friend’s love life? Of course not. Maybe only when his brain turned to cotton candy after a few glasses of dark beer. Gaston shook his head. He shouldn’t have bothered his mind about that. No, no, and no! He shouldn’t be interested in that at all. Instead, he ought to be their focus, not LeFou, after all.
Perhaps it would be best to just change the subject. Fortunately, Gaston had no difficulty with that. “Belle contacted you?” he asked in a low whisper. The man hasn’t seen her this morning. He didn’t know if she had changed her attitude towards his late return. She can’t find out about his… nocturnal adventures. After all, she didn’t know any of his lovers. He, too, was not stupid and would not leave any traces behind him. He took a sip of coffee. It was far too sweet. Gaston winced (at least, it made his eyebrows and perfect cheekbones seem more accentuated). Belle could only find out anything about his cheating (although Gaston preferred to call it “pleasure nights because his wife did not satisfy him”) from LeFou. And although Gaston trusted his friend, he can never be too careful. Plus, talking about him and not LeFou was much more interesting. “I hope Belle doesn’t know… about my passionate night with Aphro.”
@ethereal ~ Marcel LeFou
I’m sorry. I know it’s late and bad!