They’re neighbours and haven’t properly met. One day, Courf comes home devastated because of a bad date and cries for hours against his wall, until a little knock at the door makes him open it, just to find that
stupidly hotneighbour handing him biscuits very awkwardly and muttering “I heard you weren’t OK so… you know…” and it’s just too much to handle for poor little Courf’s heart. As soon as he has taken the biscuits, Ferre disappears in his own apartmentbecause this nerd is so ridiculously shy.Anyway, the biscuits make Courf feel a lot better and on the next day, he passes a note under Ferre’s door to thank him. Ferre answers the same way, and they spend an awful lot of time communicating together like this, until they give each other their phone number, and until they finally decide to have a proper dinner together
even if they’re too … blind to realize it’s an actual fucking date.
Do not mock Courf for spending 4 hours choosing his outfit, because Ferre needed 7.Absolute fluff ensues.
