[justify][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 500px;]Died and lost a lot of blood? What in the world was Blair speaking of? Had she fallen asleep during the meeting and had a nightmare? It would be a lie to say that Francis himself had never fallen asleep during a particularly boring meeting, so he wasn't going to judge her for it. When he saw her giving Arthur a hug, he pretended to look away and cross his arms over his chest. "I must be getting home myself. I'm sure that my bird, Pierre, is getting impatient with me. Until next time, Blair." he smiled, walking away to and out the door. It seems that he had forgotten entirely about the cigarettes.
"Wh-what in the bloody world was that for?!" Arthur asked, seeming completely and totally caught off guard, though he had been quick to hug her right back. "Is everything quite alright with you, Blair?"
"Ja, definitely. Oh, and by zhe vay... Shotgun!" Marina exclaimed, skipping to the front seat of the car and leaping in. She froze in her seat as she realized that she had mentioned a gun, and her face seemed to drain entirely of blood. Was she being too sensitive to the topic? She had been killed by a gun, after all, but just thinking of the word was enough to send shivers up her spine.
Ludwig sat down in the driver's seat, taking a few moments to adjust the position that it was in.[/fancypost]