The Job Hunt((France))

[Lovino Vargas]

With a loud curse Lovino stormed out of the small cafe, turning back and flipping of the equally loud cursing manager. The irate Italian had been searching for a job and gone in due to them having a 'Help-Wanted' sign in their window, but after hearing the job Lovino had angrily refused. He was not cross-dressing simply because the manager was a perverted pig who was running such a place. Instead he turned away again, concentrating very hard on dulling his hearing as he stomped away. "Fucking hell son of a bitch!" He snarled, glaring around the area. That had been the only place so far with a 'Help Wanted' sign, which was kind of pissing him off. The brunette knew he would need a legitimate job soon so that no one would question him once they saw how long he went without a job but still continued to have plenty of money. He knew that plenty of people, thanks to his dumbass brother, already knew of his smuggling career, but the Government didn't, or at least that it was him, and he would enjoy keeping it that way. Plus he was getting rather bored just sitting in his apartment all the time during the day and he needed something to do while he waited for night to come. Hence the job-hunt. Which was failing miserably. He growled again and punted a rock across the street, looking extremely irritated as he did so. Why did all the university and high school students have to take all the damn jobs people his age would want, especially since they didn't even know the fuck they were doing half of the time?! Lovino swore again before shoving his hands in his designer jeans' pockets and continued on, hoping for another help-wanted sign soon.

[furansu]

Any amount of time in which the restaurant didn't demand his presence for work, he spent for himself in leisure. But it wasn't always in mind what exactly to do. There was always the favored option of sauntering around the city, often with the intention of making himself as noticeable to others as he can, but that idea was put on hold. Francis leaned back against the wall of a random building, arms crossed over his chest and blue eyes idly watching the strangers in the street; how particularly unshady.

There was an outburst of noise heard in the distance and the alternating of two voices sounding equally unhappy at each other. He could have passed it off as just another usual fight coming from the nearby bar or possibly another argument from the apartment homes, but it still had his attention piqued, given he hadn't much else to do at the moment. A silence followed that was soon replenished by the various voices of those strolling up and down the street, all of them appearing generally content and the atmosphere calm; up until he noticed a rather irritated-looking brunette storm by. There was a tensity to him, an anger in the eyes he caught only a brief glimpse of, and of course the fact that a rock had now been kicked across the street. Francis arched an eyebrow and for a moment considered simply staying put and acting like he never even noticed the other man, but he couldn't possibly let someone's mood stay so foul like that.

He pulled himself away from the wall and began to follow the man, approaching him where the other people began to disperse and isolate from them. He uncrossed his arms and used one to gently tap the brunette's shoulder once he had caught up, half-expecting to receive a burst of bad temper in return but doing his best to keep himself smooth. "Excusez-moi.."

[Lovino Vargas]

As Lovino continued to stalk off, his ears twitched a bit and he caught the sound of footsteps behind him. Now, that wasn't anything to get upset over, he could see several citizens milling around the area so he simply assumed that it was another pedestrian simply taking the same route as himself. Though he did keep track of the soft footfalls, just in case.

Apparently though, the brunette's attention was failing him more than he had thought. The next thing he knew, a deep, cloying scent was assaulting his nose, a gentle tap to his shoulder felt like a jolt of electricity, and a soft, saccharine lilting voice dancing in his ear were almost enough to send him into a mental overload. He nearly leapt out of his skin before spinning around, attempting to hide the way he wavered slightly as he shot a deadly glare from bright green eyes. "What the hell do you want?!" Lovino demanded as best he could, trying to ignore the other man's cologne or whatever it was fogging up his mind in order to properly yell at the admittedly handsome blonde stranger. "Don't you fuckin' know it's rude to follow people like that?!" Before the older man could respond Lovino made sure to take a few steps backwards. His power was starting to get the best of his focus, his sense of smell was growing stronger and he could barely breathe without inhaling that spicy scent that was making him lightheaded. With a grimace he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, trying to calm down and turn his senses back down to their normal levels before he ended up passing out. Doing so simply because he'd been startled and someone liked cologne? That would be pathetic, and Lovino refused to sink to that, especially since he'd been working so hard on gaining a better control of his power. "Well?! The fuck you want?!"

[furansu]

Francis stopped in his tracks once the brunette spun around to face him, after having been unintentionally startled of course, retracting his hand back to his side now that he had successfully attained the other's attention. The fuming reaction was indeed what he had expected to receive in return, though there seemed to be an entirely different addition to his demeanor. The blond arched an eyebrow as the apparently younger man took a couple of steps backward, his face contorted in a strange, almost overwhelmed expression. It would have been something he was fairly used to, and being outwardly yelled at wasn't exactly a foreign thing to happen to him either. The Frenchman cleared his throat before speaking again, paying little mind to the excessive swearing that was being thrown at him. "I was only trying to get your attention," he replied flatly, taking a swift step forward as if he expected the other would turn around and storm right away any moment now. His eyes were calmly watching the Italian, as he gathered from hearing the accent, finding himself rather interested in the way the man was reacting. It probably would have been ideal to speak in a gentler, more sympathetic tone, but his audacity was never one to stray too far from him for long. "Is it so rude to ask you what it is you are so angered about?"

[Lovino Vargas]

With a disdainful snort Lovino rolled his eyes at the expression on the blonde man's effeminate face. He knew that the other was only trying to get his attention, that didn't mean that he didn't think it was rude to just tap a stranger on the shoulder with just that in mind. But then the other was moving closer. Immediately Lovino took another step back, feeling his eyes begin to burn a bit as the powerful smell wafted into his nose again. Then he sneezed, rather violently, into his hands. The Italian's scowl grew deeper and he aimed a sharp, accusing glare at the Frenchman standing in front of him. "N-No, it's not rude to ask, but give me a second here! Gesù Cristo, my nose..." He spat, grimacing. He knew that if this continued at the pace it was, he was going to end up with a severe headache and a bloody nose. He took a few shallow breaths and, after intensely focusing on his senses, he managed to smother it down to a more manageable level, though now he had a headache. "The hell kind of devil-cologne are you wearing anyway?" Then, remembering that he was asked a question, his gaze hardened even further. "I'm pissed because some pervert cafe-owner was trying to get me to cross-dress at some creepy shop! I might need a job but that doesn't mean I'm that desperate. There! Now you know! Leave me alone so I can try finding somewhere else to work." Powers temporarily forced into submission and questions answered, Lovino turned on his heel and began to stalk off again, cradling his nose with his hand in case he did end up with blood leaking from his nose. He was not staining his freshly pressed baby-blue top, he'd have to kill something if that happened.

[furansu]

He was having a hard time reasoning why the younger man was reacting in such an unexpected fashion; he was as equally used to flustered, swooning reactions as he was hot-tempered and protesting ones from those he approached, though this one in particular from the other male appeared to be showing some sort of pain. "A tes souhaits," came the proper response to the Italian's sneeze. One of his darker blond brows was quirked in a perfect arch, keeping his feet together in place and no longer advancing any further, instead resting his hands together behind his back and leaning to watch the other with interest. "It's only the finest cologne from where I come from, is there a problem with it?" He tilted his chin down to sneak an inhale of his own attire, quickly reassuring himself that it was indeed only the same flowery fragrance he was accustomed to, although it was worrying to know it didn't seem to have the enticing effect he'd expect it to have on others. A slight frown creased his lips, though he hadn't any time to go on when the other began explaining his situation. In his mind he didn't quite see what the problem with that was, but decided it was best not to speak up on it. The issue of his cologne was pushed aside now that the man was once more walking in the opposite direction from him, but at this point he wasn't going to simply let him get away; the Frenchman tagged along but made sure to keep a distance at the Italian's side, picking up on the possibility that something about the other man was sensitive to the scent he was wearing. He tossed a sideways glance over his shoulder, both of his eyebrows now raised, reasonably projecting his voice given the bit of distance between them now. "Ah? If you are having such bad luck, then perhaps I can help you with that."

[Lovino Vargas]

"Si, there's something wrong. It's making my powers act up," Lovino groused, visibly irritated as he noticed the fact that the older man had gone from following him to leading him. At least the Frenchman was upwind of him and he wasn't getting a face-full of that cologne anymore. He admitted that when his powers weren't making him want to pass out it did smell nice, though a bit more...feminine than he'd expect a--Taking the time to get a good look of the blonde, he changed his mind. The somewhat effeminate-looking Frenchman--but weren't they all effeminate, he couldn't help but quip even to himself--was definitely suited to his cologne of choice. Lovino continued to watch the other with a suspicious look on his face; people didn't offer things like that without a reason. "...Help me how?" He asked, scowl etching deep lines of distrust into his face, and you could tell by the way he was walking that he was quite ready to bolt if things proved to be as 'dangerous' as he was starting to think they would be. "Who are you anyway? Are you always this weird with strangers?"

[furansu]

Another loft of his eyebrow showed immediate curiousity to the powers that the other man mentioned, both focusing on him and toward whichever direction they were headed in to remain aware of others. Given there was a distance between the two, despite the fact they were conversing, they weren't exactly viewed as a duo and therefore people were frequently walking directly between them. Pedestrians were avoided carefully, ensuring he wouldn't end up bumping into anyone; staying away from someone with whom he was trying to get acquainted was rather difficult and most often the last thing he'd want to resort to, but having the Italian falling unconscious or bleeding from the nose wouldn't be very favorable either. The suspicious look was passed off like a waver of his hand, though his mind was questioning himself as to why the other male still appeared so affronted. He was about to answer the other's question when the fact that they hadn't yet introduced sunk in. Chin tilting up, he flashed a comely smile. "Call me Francis; and there isn't anything weird about wanting to help someone out if that's what you think." He was trying his best to hold back any curt remarks to the Italian's attitude, not wanting to lose any possibility of his offer being considered nor the other man's attention in general. "And by help I mean assisting you in finding a job, oui? Now, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

[Lovino Vargas]

With a huff Lovino reached into his pocket, pulling out both a handkerchief and a pair of white-framed sunglasses. After slipping the sunglasses on, he wiped his hands on his handkerchief, hoping to get all the germs from his sneeze off his skin before once more slipping the handkerchief into the pocket of his faded jeans, he turned his gaze back on the Frenchman, trademark frown still evident even with his eyes hidden behind green lenses that perfectly matched the trim on his shirt. An eyebrow peaked up over the frames in response to Francis's introduction. "In times like this people only help each other because they want something, Francis. The hell have you been, living under a rock? The Government's got everyone too brainwashed to actually be helpful to each other, brainless sheep..." He grumbled the last bit, rolling emerald green eyes.
But when one of the aforementioned 'brainless sheep, clipped his shoulder and sent him stumbling a step or two, the dark complected Italian decided that he was sick of trying to avoid idiots who were to retarded to see that he was trying to talk to the admittedly attractive blonde. So he worked his way forward through the crowd until he was walking at the other's side. "Anyway, my name's Lovino, and what's this you're telling me about helping me find a job?" Now Lovino's curiosity was peaked; did Francis really expect to help him find a job?