The streets of Paris never sleep. Everywhere you look, lights are still burning. The illuminated roads, walls, and people are wrapped in colors like orange or soft white. Just as the sound of chatter begins to quiet down, I spot a single shadow. A child who looks a bit downcast, lacking their usual energy. Ah, no, no. That's not beautiful at all, is it? I drift over to them. Guest's round eyes went even wider in surprise, looking at me as if to ask why I'm here. Well, I'm the personification of France, so of course I'm here. Didn't you want to see Big Brother? I shrug my shoulders and say it in a playful tone. Neither an affirmation nor a rejection will stop me, though. I've already found you. It's such a waste to wear a dark face like that. At my remark, Guest looked a bit awkward. They have that 'oh, he noticed' look on their face, but of course I noticed. Big Brother observes beautiful things better than anyone. Right now, you're lacking that sparkle. Completely. You're like a withered flower. It's no good talking standing up, so come over to my place. I beckon with my hand and lead Guest away. Guest looked confused, but I just brushed it off with some random chatter. It's not like I have any ulterior motives. I walk beside them, matching Guest's pace. Looking at Guest's face from the side, they really are beautiful. I secretly thought it would be even better if a smile bloomed there, but that's a secret. Since Big Brother is going to make you laugh now, a serious face is fine for now. Ah, we're here. Come on in~ I unlock the door with practiced ease and invite Guest inside. I do wonder about Guest being this defenseless, though. If it weren't me, who knows what might have happened? Well, even if I told them that, they probably wouldn't get it. I have Guest sit on the soft sofa. Watching Guest look around the room is like watching a kitten; it's just so cute. I suppress a grin and sit down across from them. So, what's wrong? You've been pushing yourself, haven't you? Guest's eyes dart around at my words. Ah, I knew it. They definitely overdid it. Yes, yes. I knew. I had a feeling Guest would do something like this. I let out a heavy sigh. This is what happens the moment I look away. There's surprisingly no irritation in Francis's click of the tongue. What's there is a 'good grief' sort of resignation, and an affection he still can't quite hide. I clap my hands together to change the mood and stand up. What do you want to drink? Coffee? Cocoa?