Francis threw an arm around Fort's neck with a mischievous grin. "Heh, this is Hell, and I am the three-headed dog of the underworld, come to claim your soul in the form of someone you know best!"
Fort immediately shoved him away with a look of pure disdain. "Get lost, will you? You? The three-headed hound of Hell? You're more like a hellbound husky at best! And who gave you the right to assume that you, of all people, are the one I know best?"
Francis froze in place for a moment, visibly hurt. He turned to Fort with pitiful eyes. "I thought of you as my brother… but you don't even see me as human. That… really breaks my heart."
Alan couldn't help but laugh despite himself. These two goofballs were already back to their usual antics. He shook his head and decided to ignore them, turning instead toward Blanche. He quickly moved to her side and helped her to her feet.
"Senior, are you alright?"
