#desune-draws

Hello @desune-draws I’m really sorry but your Secret Person decided to not participate to the event anymore, here is a Replacement Gift that I hope you’ll enjoy nonethless !

All dumbfounded eyes of the Varia Mansion were staring blankly at the top of the Mist guardian’s froggy hat wandering around the house, dressed in his full uniform. The Air conditionner stopped working few days ago leaving assassins and employees suffering from the dreadful heat in the middle of an awful summer where the ground hadn’t seen a single drop of waters from weeks. The nights were Hell as no air threads deigned to freshened the athmosphere but the day were even worse, piles of ice and cold showers wasn’t enough to fight the devastating heat wave and everyone was dragging their feet in a zombie mode throught the house. Only one person didn’t seem to be affected by the violence of the high temperature, acting as he didn’t care at all whereas they were feeling like they were walking on the sun. Several of them seemed to envy him, to the best, as the others just wanted to drown him in their own sweat for being so indolent facing their misery. But Fran, being Fran, he never payed much attention to the people around him, as a matter of fact, he rarely even pay attention when people were adressing him directly so seeing all of those human being like slimer didn’t grab his attention a bit.

The fourth day of this unbearable pain was still full of surprise for the Mist guardian, he found it funny how a simple changement of degrees could affect that much the behavior of his mates. His day began with a visit to an apatethic Xanxus, sitting in his throne-like-chair carefuly placed in a child pool so he could keep his feet fresh, his head thrown back, eyes closed, as he didn’t even crack open one to the intruder, even too tired [yeah, tired, not weak, of course.] to throw an empty bottle toward his head. To his side, an exhausted Levi was agitating a huge fan to try to cool his Boss, fighting with all his mental strenght to not collapse on the ground as he sent the younger boy an intense look of distress..there was clearly nothing interesting to do there, so he went back from where he came. On his way to joined his playmate, Bel, he remembered vaguely an, half-naked Lussuria passing by him, tears flowing behind his glasses on his lobsterish burnt skin as he probably fell asleep on his deck chair..again and a smile caressed his lips when he put open the double doors leading to the patio. He found the prince in a pitiful state, golden locks sticking to his face, almost drowned in the spa filled with ice long molten, when he turned his head toward the visitor, he seemed like the most pissed of all the persons Fran had met that day..and it made him more than happy. Unfortunately, none of his taunts made his precious little princess's butt move and the range of his knifes throw was so low that it wasn’t funny at all Upset and kind of fustrated, the green hair boy took the path of the commandant office and when he reached the open door, he peeped in it. Squalo was pacing around the room, folders in hand, unable to concentrate one bit, pearls of sweats running on his uncovered nape as his hair were tight in a solid bun. When he caught the presence staring at his form, Fran was already ready to run, hoping a good chase throught the manor but nothing came, not even a shout.. With a deep sigh, he resigned himself, going back in his room, head slumped between his shoulders, gloomy face hidden under his gigantic hat, the sound of a fan grabbed his attention when he passed by your room and he unceremonly invited himself without a knock. And there you were, spreaded on the not-so-fresh tiles in a starfish position, eyes closed as your long black hair were moving slowly to the rythm of the hot air brewed. He sat next to you, watching your figure closely until you deigned crack open an eye to welcome him, as no reactions came, he tried, as much as he could to extract something more than groan from you, blowing on the top of your nose, poking your cheek, playing with your hair and it was only after the twentieth time he repeated your name consecutively that you snapped and adopted a sitting position facing him.

«What is it. Fran. How can I help you. - Neh, Dani, I’m bored, nobody wants to play with me, let’s do something funny.. - I don’t want to be rude but, I feel like I’m swimming in the Vesuvius, I’m not sure I’ll be able to got up, my limbs are old chewing-gums and my mouth a tiny replica from the Sahara..by the way, how can you wear all of this stuff without dying, shoes, hat, pants and you even have your coat on!»

He plunged in your eyes, closing his turquoise ones and without warning, you felt his cold fingers encercling your wrist , his hand reposing on yours and your breath caught in your throat, by the time of few blinks you wasn’t feeling hot anymore, minus your rosy cheeks. He let go of your arm as you watched in awe around you, everything seemed like to be frozen, like if you both were sitting on the floor of an ice castle, and if you squinted intensely, you could have seen a bit of smoke escaping from your mouth. « It’s insane, did you made this ? I understand better your outfit haha » - Yes. Dani are you still hot ? - No, not at all, I feel much better thank you Fran !» The man got up, dusting off his shirt before turning his expressionless face toward your bright one.

«Good. Can we play now ?»

Niji- Here is a little addition to the drabble! Just a short comic based on the scene where Fran is pestering Bel~ I thought it was hilarious!

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