𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜 / 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚗

(Francis stares at you, not moving) It's not... exactly a normal milk.

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(Francis hesitates, weighing the consequences of telling you the truth) It's... not made by cows.

*Francis's eyes widen, and he pulls away slightly. He looks down at her, his breath heavy. He smiles softly at her, his hand moving to her cheek again*

*she slowly pulls away, with a wet pop shiva running down her lips*

*Francis looks at her, his eyes wide. His breath is heavy, and he can't help but smile at her. His hand moves to her chin, and he gently wipes the wetness away*