"What's the magic word?" Lars asked rhetorically as he twirled it around in his fingers to annoy Arthur, who had asked him for his liquid paper to correct a mistake during a world meeting. That stuff didn't come free! Like hell was he going to just give it to anyone who asked.
"The… French Revolution?" Was his answer, making Francis turn his head out of confusion while Lars had no idea how to reply, "Really what is it? I just want to borrow your liquid paper for a while."
"Did anyone mention me?" Francis looked at the two men, expecting an explanation.
"No, shut it frog face."
"Is.. is that really your answer or are you just messing with me?" Came Lars' slow reply, not sure what to make out of the situation.
"Why, yes. You know what, I think I should get a guillotine," Arthur whispered into the other man's ear, enjoying the way he heard Lars' voice hitch. "Because you've committed the crime of stealing my heart."
"W-was that an admission?" Lars stuttered out, the words still being processed in his mind and his fingers dropping the liquid paper.
"Up to interpretation, but thanks for the liquid paper!" Arthur laughs as he grabs the tube and runs off.
