Hello Zana.
Please, it is Arnaud for you :(
I have more than one suitcase of stuff… idk how much of it i'll bring vs sell though tbh. I gotta save up a lil bit before I can get a ticket back.
The fuck you mean? your bf is a millionaire or whatever. use his money.
hush.
Arnaud
I'll come get you, how's 8?
Do you ever sleep?
A+
???
A+ = à plus tard.*
Like, 'see you??' French is awful.
à 2000.**
;)
?2
“Bonne soirée?3,” Arnaud called out, right at eight p.m. as he opened Reno’s front door. “Pardon my intruding.”
“Of course you have a key.” Luka finished putting on a hoodie before plopping on the couch and pulling on his socks.
“I am Hikaru’s platonic soulmate.”
“Ah…" Luka finished lacing his boots and looked up at Arnaud, who had his hair tied back into a short ponytail at the nape of his neck with most of the rest loose and framing his face. There was a smudge of eyeliner at the corners of his eyes, and he wore dark jeans and a well-fitted t-shirt with a jacket that looked more expensive than anything Luka had in his suitcase. “Sorry, I’ve not heard anyone else call him that.”
“I know. Just me, his family, and now you.” Arnaud smirked. “You wanna know my secret name?”
“There’s another one?”
