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Julien Touré
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Julien was away in his own world, thinking about any number of seemingly pointless things before being taken aback by one of the girls from the tour tripping onto him. A confused look struck his face for a moment before his regular boyish smile returned to his face. If his father were here he'd have inevitably made a terrible joke about American women throwing themselves at him.

He raised his eyebrows at 'French fry', letting a quick and quiet laugh seep out before replying.
[color=7ea7d8]"[i]French fry[/i], I suppose it's not the worst thing I've been called."[/color] He joked. Let's just say the criminals of Paris were less than eloquent with the insults they flung towards Julien. [color=7ea7d8]Uh, I'm not sure there is one down here, maybe up  that elevator to the actual mansion itself?"[/color] He spoke, standing up from his leaned position against the wall and sliding his hands into his pockets. [color=7ea7d8]"I could lead the way if [i]madame[/i] wishes"[/color]. In all honesty, Julien was struggling to think of a witty retort to the French fry thing. Madame would have to do.

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