Gaston meets Le Fou and Le Fou can't spell Gaston's name, One-Shot #1
No one rock's like Gafou... I mean Gaston
Chapter 1 - Gaston!
Le Fou hummed to himself as he set about making sure all of his clothes were away in their proper places and that his house looked spick and span, today was the day he would finally be getting to meet the great war hero himself, the great and ever lovable or so said the Bimbittes who lived near him, this man had been in the war for five years and was now coming to their own little corner of the world.
Le Fou had been looking forward to this for a long time, ever since he had heard about a war hero, he had summoned everyone together in the village to make a great buffet for the war hero and when that had failed, he instead had to improvise with some berries he had plucked, some cheese and eggs and large bits of meat.
Now it was just the mater of the man in question showing up, the whole village had been on high since early this morning, most people rising at dawn as usual but being more careful now as they brushed their house fronts, fed their chickens quickly, pushing them into their hutches and making sure that the place looked spotless.
Eventually around half an hour after Le Fou had finally set down the last piece of food upon his small but richety table, his door flew open and in walked a man so handsome that Le Fou wasn't sure if he had just made him up in his mind, the man stood at most six feet tall with long lushes black hair swept back into a thin ponytail at the base of his head and a thin wavering of facial hair adored his face not taking away from the fact that the man was dressed in all red.
The man stepped forward, took one look after Le Fou's little home before proceeding to flop down onto one of Le Fou's chairs, resting his feet up on the table and bringing his hands up to around the back of his head, looking rather comfortable and almost at home.
Le Fou turned to the man, giving his black booted foot a sharp whack to which the man let his feet hit the ground again and stood, Le Fou gulping noiselessly as he noticed just how much of a difference there was between him and the man in height.
"Who dares tell Gaston where to put his feet?"
"Le Fou" Le Fou gulped again, taking a small step away from the tall man, Gaston and looking up into the eyes from a further distance.
"I'm sorry but I think you may have confused my name with some other French name, my name is Gaston" Gaston finished his sentence with a little high note, much like he was singing and Le Fou looked away, he liked to think he was an okay singer but this guy was wow beyond words.
"And here it goes young man, no one looks like Gaston, no one builds like Gaston, no one takes sharp wits like Gaston! Do you see where I am going with this one?""
Le Fou looked back around, finally nodding, he was pretty sure he did.
"Yeah and his name's G..A...S...T...E... Oh G...A...S...T...E...O... GASTON!"
Gaston smirked at him and Le Fou couldn't help but smirk back.
He liked this new guy already.
And the bimbettes had been right in a way.
He was sex on legs.