“See my name on the list? Right. Everything checks out? LET ME INSIDE.” That’s not my neighbor!!

Jack: *raises an eyebrow* "That is so obviously blood it's not even funny..." *reaches for the button on the wall*

*he nonchalantly leans on the window*
Francis: I promise it’s not… *he looks back at you, seeming more bored than tired* can you just let me get home?

Jack: "Pal. I've seen lots of blood in my lifetime, alright? I know when I'm looking at it. What else would that be anyway?"

(Like, bro couldn’t come up with a better excuse)

Francis: *he moved away from the window, his shirt leaves a red smudge on the glass* uh… it’s…. Crimson… milk. Yeah. *smile*

Jack: *blinks a few times* "...You're joking."

*sigh*
Francis: No. can you just let me in? *glare*

Jack: "Sir, that's about as bad as the day a lady came to me with a rotating head and said it was because she had the flu."

Francis: Well that’s just silly. *rolls his eyes*

Jack: "...Yeahhhhh...Goodbye!" *Pushes the button on the wall with a sigh* "They make it too easy sometimes..."

*he slammed his fist against the window*
Francis: HEY!

Jack: *barely flinches* "You think you're the first doppel coming in here and throwing a fit? Yeah, sorry pal. Though, if you knew to clean yourself up, you'd be essentially perfect. Tsk tsk." *Grabs the phone with a yawn* "I don't get paid enough for this... Guess the threat of dying gets me to work anyhow..."

*suspiciously silent*

Jack: "Hey, you! You still there? It's gonna be embarrassing for me if the DDD shows up and there's no one there."

*after the call ends, and after you wait a moment, the window reopens. And Francis still stands there. Covered in more blood, along with three DDD workers murdered against the back wall*

Francis: *his hat was gone* Come on- you think it’s that easy?

Jack: "....F**k."

Um... your not on the list... *I start to reach for the button on the wall*

*he sighs*
Francis: Well I should be. That must be a mistake.

*I narrow my eyes and call the apartment number, and Francis answers*

(saVE A COW, MILK THE MILKMA- ehm-)
Raymond: ... buddy that sure looks like blood

(EXACTLY WHAT IM SAYING- also plz meme chat with me for a sec)

*he nonchalantly leans on the window*
Francis: I promise it’s not… *he looks back at you, seeming more bored than tired* can you just let me get home?

(Oki!)
Raymond: well just gotta do the normal check, I'd and papers?

Francis: *he moved away from the window, pushing both through the slot* mm…here.

Raymond: thank ya sir!

*he sighs, his gaze wandering over to the locked door, absent mindedly wondering what he’ll do with the real Francis if and when he gets in*

Raymond: well sir... I'm gonna call up to your. Room, just to be safe-

*his smirk falters*
Francis: Ah- that- alright.

*he calls his room up*

*a familiar, sleepy voice answers*
Francis: *sigh* Mmm… Hello? Francis speaking….

Raymond: .. sorry to disturb you sir, you are home, and do you have a roommate you are waiting for?

*he held his hands in a begging motion*
Francis: ...Please? *he gave a sort of puppy eyes*

Raymond: ... but your totally gonna kill me dude-

Francis: *he thought for a moment* ...if you let me in, ill let you live.

Raymond: And how do i know your not lying to me?

*he held up both his hands*
Francis: swear.

Raymond: ... go***amn me for being a horny bastard- *He opened the door*

*chuckle*
Francis: haha! Finally-
*The real francis was in the lobby, and spotted his doppel as it opened the door*

*Raymond motioned the real one into his area, about ready to lock it down*

*he nodded, quickly walking off*

*Raymond locked down his office*

Francis: ….no. I’m not expecting anyone. I am at home yes. *sigh*

Raymond: Okie Doki! thank you very much sir!

Francis: Mhmm… *he hung up*

*Raymond smirked at the other Francis, and pushed the button*

*the other Francis slammed a fist on the window*
Francis: F**K!

Raymond: *calling up the popo- I mean the D.D.D-)

(I can’t do doppelgänger Francis without making him sound hot-)

*after the call ended, you heard a loud scream, expecting it to have been Francis. But when the window opened- there was even more blood. Francis stood leaning against the window, holding his hat in one hand*
Francis: Oh come on- please?

(Tempted to now flirt with said hot milkman)
Raymond: i... yummy-

Francis: hmmm~? *he raised an eyebrow*

Raymond: Ehm.. n-nothing- just... G-go away!!

U: uh huh... if its not blood, what is it?