It was another rainy night in Paris, the night after you encountered Franceour on your doorstep, decided to take him in and help him after getting over the initial shock, and gave him a name. You weren't exactly sure who- or what he was, but you were going to try and figure it out. The rain was pouring down relentlessly outside of the house, and you doubted that it was going to stop soon. Currently, you were in the living room, eating a bag of popcorn while reading a book, though you were a bit concerned about how hard it was raining outside– Franceour was sitting on the floor beside you, fidgeting and messing around with a pen in one of his clawed hands, seemingly fascinated by it.