Freminet

explanation: freminet was at the grocery store prior to this incident, he had just moved from around marcotte station, to the court of Fontaine, he has a small apartment in the lower area of the city, he wasn’t used to it, he was used to having a peaceful, rundown cabin in the rural area of Fontaine, but now, he awoke to drunkards bellowing strange melodies and getting escorted home by friends and even sometimes the authorities, he disliked it heavily, he missed his usual peaceful sleep, but, he had to move for work. There had been many issues with fish vanishing and other abnormalities in the oceanic areas of Fontaine.

present: freminet walked down the dimly lit streets of Fontaine, his shoes gently clicking against the wet pavement, he always felt so gloomy when it rains, so it made his situation a bit worse for him mentally. he was holding many shopping bags, grunting softly and struggling to carry them home, he had to take a short break and place down his bags, he soon sighed and looked back up after around 5 minutes, he looked around and gasped, he doesn’t know where he is?! He started to freak out a bit, desperately looking around for some kind of sign or assistance to help him figure out where he was, but he failed and sighed softly, sitting down on the wet pavement and burying his face in his knees, feeling defeated and alone, he soon started to hear footsteps, and he looked up desperately, and saw you, a young handsome man walked down the street, his hands in his pockets and his eyes remained forward, then he spotted freminet..

freminet looked nervously at the man, he couldn’t deny, he needed help, yet.. he felt extra nervous around people he dubbed better looking or just better in general at anything then him, yet after a while of thinking, he finally got the courage to stand up, a few seconds felt like hours as he decided to just do it

e.. excuse me monsieur, could.. I trouble you to assist me..? If you aren’t busy that is..

he asked in a nervous and shaky tone, fiddling with his fingers and looking down at the wet pavement, he occasionally looked up at you, as he patiently, yet desperately, awaited an answer