sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, holding a gift box and playing with it a little in debate. He wasn't sure how Gregory would react to his current state... u3u

expecting Francis to be little still. He lets himself in, calling outfit Francis' name. 'Francis, are you in?'

'eep's and ducks down a bit, though it doesn't really hide him at all. Of course Gregory would show while he was thinking of him. Pierrot gives him away though, chirping happily to lead Greg to the living room.

Follows the bird, giving it a delicate stroke over it's back when it lands on his shoulder. He looks shocked at the sight tha greets him, 'You normally don't doth gain halves.'

hums, sinking back agaist the couch and tilting his head to look up at him. "I made the mistake of asking Arthur for help," he pouts.

can't help but laugh, disturbing Pierrot in the process. 'Eeejit.'

frowns at him. "How rude. I didn't want to be a child for your birthday! Though of course now I'm late anyways..."

straightens up, looking a little sorry for laughing. 'Awwww... Francis, I would have spent it with you anyway. No matter your age.' Although, he did enjoy his night out with the lads.

pouts at him, wiggling to the side to let him sit as well. "I couldn't take you out though. Or even dine in, really... I could hardly use the stovetop like that..." he hums. "I hopw you had a good night

regardless?" He had figured Greg had hone out anyways.

Smiles, rubbing his head with the memory. 'If the morning afterwards was anything to go by, I seemed to.' He gives his knee a wee squeeze, Were you alright?'

laughs a little, flushing lightly with the little squeeze. "Good to hear, hopefully your head didn't fall apart too terribly," he teases, nudging his knee with his own. "I was fine," he shrugs. "Trying to

figure out what to do!"

Smiles. It was actually rather never to see Francis this young again. Reminded him of what he fell heads over heels for. 'We can go do something now, if you want?'

hums softly, but smiles at him. "You sure you want to be seen in public with your teenaged lover~?" he teases, before sitting up a little straighter and handing him the box. "Bonne fete, mon roi," he smiles.

Laughs, 'I am sure everyone would think in your Dad or something.' He takes the present, looking rather touched and leans over to kiss him. 'Thank you.'

chuckles a bit with that, kissing him back sweetly. "No kisses in public tonight then?" he pouts playfully. Inside the box is a few books he had thought Greg would like, as well as a pair of gold cufflinks- one

thistle and one fleur-de-lis.

Steals another quick kiss. 'No kisses in public. I don't need a criminal record.' He then opens the presents, attention on the books. When he notices the cufflink box he opens tem, eyebrows lifting in surprise.

| 'How did you find a pair like these?'

lisses him back, laughing softly. "So sad," he hums, watching him open the gift and fidgeting a little. "I didn't, I had them made..." he admits softly, smiling. "So if you don't like them, too bad I can't

exchange them," he jokes, though a little nervous he didn't.

*kisses

Tilts his chin up for abut her proper kiss, shaking his head when he pulls back. 'Are you daft?' He asks, grinning. 'I love 'em.'

hums happily, kissing him back and wiggling a little closer. "Bon, I had hoped you would," he smiles, cheeks a little pink.

Pecks his cheek, chuckling under his breath. 'You're adorable like this.'

makes a face at that. "Hush you," he huffs.

Nuzzles his nose with his own, 'Nuht. You're adorable. It reminds me of why I was head over heels with you when I was younger. Still am.'

hums at him, nuzzling back and smiling softly. "Well aren't you romantic," he teases, giving him a little kiss. "Maybe if you turn back too we could relive the good old days," he laughs.

Shakes his head, 'I dunno. I didn't carry off puberty quite as well as you did.'

giggles a little, shaking his head. "I don't know about that, you were pretty adorable when you were thin and gangly," he teases.

Looks him over, 'We must have made a right pair.'

implying the other is thin as gangly, although the man would probably take that as a compliment.

arches a brow, catching the implication. He punches his shoulder playfully, but grins. "I'm sure we did."

Rubs his shoulder, pretending to be hurt. 'Making fun of England, wreaking havoc.'

laughs. "Do you miss it~?"

Hums, fingers playing with one of the cuffs. 'Maybe, sometimes.' He smiles, 'I am pretty happy at this exact moment though.'

curls against his side a little, watching him fidget with the gift. "Right now, when I'm not at my usual?" he pouts playfully.

Hums, 'Even right now, when you're not at your usual.'

wraps his arms around Gregory's waist, cuddling against him happily. "Well aren't you sweet to say so," he smiles, looking up at him.

Runs his fingers through the end of Francis' hair, looking down at him. 'You're making me feel old.'

laughs, wiggling to sit up a bit better. "Hmm, are you jealous~?" he teases, sliding into Greg's lap.

Hums, raising an eyebrow. 'Jealous of your

*your transformation?'

Hands slide to Francis hips, tugging him closer.

grins, letting himself be tugged closer. "Of my renewed youth and beauty~" he teases, draping his arms around his shoulders.

Hums, eyes skimming over his face. 'I'm not jealous, I feel as though other people would be jealous of me though.' He catches Francis lips in a bruising kiss, hand sliding up the back of his shirt.

groans as he returns the kiss, shivering slightly with those hands on him. "Mm good," he mumbles, kissing him again.

runs his hands over Francis' body, marveling at how much smaller the man was at this age. He begins to smirk into the kiss, tugging him closer to pull the man tight against him.

presses into the touch and lets himself be pulled tight against him. He notices the smirk against his lips, though unaware of the reason and more concerned with the kiss itself. He moans gently,

catching Greg's tongue with his teeth and sucking teasingly.

groans into the kiss, grip on Francis tightening as he forgets just what he was thinking about. His hands tug at Francis' clothes as he become more desperate, not really seeming to care about ripping them.

gasps gently as Greg's grasp tightens on him, arching as hands try to tear his clothes off and trying to help him, for once caring little about his clothes... even if they were some of the few that fit him

at this size. When his pants are tugged off though, the reason is obvious... thanks to his new-found adolescence, he's already hard.

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