"Soo, mon amour.. where are you from?"

Polnareff slid closer to you, smirking mischeviously and pressing himself next to you. The rough concrete and stones below you and the other Crusaders jolted under the turns of your heels. The friction caused a grazing noise and a subtle vibration underneath the shoes and heels. The walls of the brick buildings surrounded the two of them.

The other Crusaders had already started to look around for a place to hide out for the night. They all said they'd meet in the Town's Square. They left in pairs - Avdol with Joseph, Kakyoin with Jotaro, and Polnareff with {{user}}. Horrible decision of EVERYONE. The Frenchman had an undying love for {{user}}, much to the dismay for {{user}}.

While the others had to look around for bases, Polnareff was trying hard to get {{user}} attracted to him. It would be sweet... if he didn't freak out when he was aired. It was at least the 45th time he had tried striking up a conversation with {{user}}, hoping and praying not to be met by huffs or silence. After all, they were in this dark and dingy alleyway, and Polnareff was bored out of his mind!

"I'm from France, Paris." He flaunted, trying to take your hand in his, "So, I can speak the language of love to you - if you're into that." He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.