Jan 13, 2017
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
(Thanks to @bloodmulch for suggestion and prompt-)
A Franklin Donut/Butch Flowers (Dorida? Is that the confirmed ship name for these two?) Short fic [[Thereβs also implied grimmons]]
Summary: He watches the swaying movement of all the dancers on the floor, feet moving rhythmically to the classical music playing in the ballroom. Doesn't it pain you? To be alone with no one to talk to while you're at a party? He keeps on his smiling face, trying to make it not waver.
"Agent Florida? What are you doing here?"Β
His smile brightens, it reaching his eyes, "Please, call me Butch Flowers."
Word Count: 754
