✳ ––– MAMMA MIA !

genevieve glanced up from her book briefly to observe the source of the complaining and audibly groaned when she discovered it was frankie. “i never would have pegged you for dumb enough to not wear a helmet but once again you’ve proved me wrong. we should call you agent road rash now, what do you think?”

frankie rolled his eyes seeing the flash of blonde hair, knowing immediately who had come to taunt him. “ yeah, sounds good. as long as we can start calling you agent trailer trash. “ teeth gritting into a jaw-clenching frown, frankie glared at the girl. these two had history. and not the fun, personal kind. they had family history, and a bloody one at that. “ or even better,  how about agent will-put-out-for-gang-members ? “ 

nearly choking on his coffee at the comment an arch formed on his brow as he looked over at the other male. “shut the fuck up man, you’re not good with puns.” he said rolling his eyes before grabbing a bag of ice from the fridge and mindlessly put it in a bag and handed it to frankie, to replace the coke can. “i swear, does no one know how to fucking take care of themselves at this place?” 

“ says YOU ! “ frankie scoffed, cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips at the other. “ i’ll have you know, there’s at least FOUR people on this campus who love my puns, bucko. “ looking satisfied with himself, frankie nodded a thank you to fara and took the bag of ice. “ i don’t know what you’re talking about. “ frankie mumbled, prying open the tab of the now-replaced pop and taking a hefty sip. “ i was doing just fine before you moseyed on down here. sip? “ he held the can out to the other. 

freya   coos,   “frankie.   that’s   so   nice   of   you   to   say   —   i   think   that’s   the   nicest   thing   you’ve   ever   said   to   me.”   though,   she   grinds   her   teeth   at   how   the   other   agent   refuses   to   make   eye   contact   —   what   is   a   proper   conversation   without   looking   at   who   you’re   speaking   to?   for   a   moment,   her   voice   takes   a   malicious   tone.   “how   ‘bout   you   look   at   me   when   you   talk,   hm?”   she   rolls   her   eyes,   scoffing.   “i   like   my   negative   vibes,   i   like   being   a   nasty   bitch.   especially   if   i’m   getting   you   riled   up   like   this.”  

“ what can i say ? i’m just a ray of sunshine, handing out compliments all OVER this goddamn joint. “ hearing her tone grow gruff and mean, frankie’s eyes flickered up to meet hers while he set the can down on bench he occupied. “ is  THIS better, HM ?? “ frankie peered at her through eyes as wide as he could manage, hands curling around the edge of the bench as he craned his neck out towards her. “ now how ‘bout YOU shut your trap for one goddamn second because your voice is starting to give me a SECOND CONCUSSION !! “ at this point, he was shouting, veins in his neck practically about to burst. “ i am NOT - “ he cleared his throat, lowering his tone a few notches and sitting back in the bench. “ i am not getting riled up. “ 

nicolas halted immediately when he saw someone muttering to themselves, blood coming down the side of their face and the diet coke can doing next to nothing to help the bleeding. “wow, are you okay?” nicolas chuckled lightly at the guy’s puns. “in my personal opinion, we’re more at a need to clean stage here. take these—” nicolas pressed the napkins into his hand— “and where do they keep the gauze around here??”

“ im fuckin’ peachy. “ frankie retorted, glacing up at the passing agent. quickly realizing how nasty the phrase came out, he reeled in his attitude. “ sorry, it’s the pain talkin’ “ he apologized, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile at the other’s pun. “ need to clean, i like that. “ chuckling, frankie removed the bloodied can from his forehead and took the napkins with a grateful nod. pressing them against the gash, a crimson hue quickly overtook the clean white canvas of the napkins. “ gauze ? beats me. i think these’ll do, though. no need to go overboard. “ shrugging, frankie pulled the napkin off of his face to get a look before placing it back. he clearly vastly underestimated his condition. “ thanks for stopping, unlike the rest of these sadistic ASSHOLES. “ shouting the last word scornfully, frankie glared at the other agents who’d simply walked right by. “ anyways...a token of my gratitude ? “ holding out the can of coke, frankie smiled. “ it’s probably still cold. “ 

“Oh, it’s not getting any better from here,” she murmured, unrolling the latex gloves onto her hands. “I’m going to use hydrogen peroxide to clean around the area and see if I need to give you some quick stitches before you go to the infirmary.”

Honestly, she wasn’t sure if it even was that serious, but it was better to be safe than sorry. “Before I do that, though, follow my finger with your eyes.” 

Lifting up a finger and moving it from left to right, then down then right - a quick concussion test. 

“...stitches ?? “ frankie repeated, the corners of his lips wilting into a frown. truthfully, he’d always had a fear of needles and the thought of having one shoved into his face was less than comforting for the boy. “ i-i don’t know if we gotta go THAT far, y’know, just a few scrapes is all. “ there was a panicked shiver to his voice. gaze fixated on her finger, he tracked it with his eyes as best he could. “ easy peasy. “ he boasted cockily.

“i’m pretty sure you just made that up, but it’s completely accurate,” the brunette chuckled and stuck her tongue out at him for his smiley comment, “c’mon, you kind of deserve it. i know you love to show off but maybe next time save the theatrics and it’ll save your face.” rose knew what kind of reaction was about to come out of frankie but she wasn’t expecting him to grab her wrist like he did, but she understood the pain. it was never a fun thing to have a wound cleaned.. as quickly as she could she cleaned the gash and secured a gauze over it with tape and quickly wiped away any remaining blood from his face. “okay, okay i’m done. do you want a lollipop for being such a good boy?”

frankie scoffed. “ i wasn’t showing off. the bike just couldn’t handle my sick moves, alright? " a painful frown engraved in his features, frankie gripped the seat of the bench he was sitting on. his entire body was throbbing in agony and the antiseptic certainly didn’t help. “ i feel like a mummy. “ he mumbled, fingertips grazing the clean white fabric of the gauze. being taken care of - having his wounds cleaned up - reminded the boy of his mother tending to his childhood scrapes and bruises, casting a melancholic shadow on his demeanor. he quickly brushed the thought aside, though. “ i mean...if you have a lollipop on you i’m not gonna turn it down. “ smirking childishly, he winked at the girl. “ thanks for takin’ care of me, nurse rosie. i don’t know what i’d do without you. “ 

“how’d you manage to FUCK UP that badly, dude?” gray questions, sliding into a sort of a wall-sit next to frankie. “demarco, i thought you were the best driver in the business… guess that reputation is gonna get a little tarnished if this is what your driving can do to a face,” he teases, smiling at his friend. “mind if i have a sip of that coke? i’m really thirsty, just came out of a combat class, dude,” he points towards the can sitting against frankie’s bloody forehead.

“ dude, i’m  TELLING you - that bike was janky as fuck. “ frankie insisted. “ one of the wheels wasn’t screwed on right or somethin’. or MAYBE...” he paused, building suspension with raised eyebrows. “ MAYBE it was an inside job ! “ he gasped theatrically, jaw hanging open for a few moments. “ there’s plenty of haters in this joint that would love to pull one over on ol’ frankie. “ still, the scenario was unlikely. it was most probable that he’d failed to take the right precautions before hopping on the motorcycle and showing off. “ i’ll have you know, i’m STILL the best in the business, thank you very much. not my fault the bike couldn’t handle my sick, advanced moves. “ shrugging, he tossed a hand up nonchalantly. upon gray’s request, frankie just stared at him, slackjawed, for a moment. “ fine, fine. “ pulling the bloody can off his head with a pained hiss, frankie made sure to give it a hefty shake before tossing it over to his friend. “ enjoy, asshole. “ 

     “ cheer up —- ” gabe offers, gaze moving from track to injured cadet. “ doesn’t look as bad as the time i knocked you in sparring practice. ” that might be a generous lie — zero’s face looks PRETTY fucking bad right now and gabe would never beat anyone to that point in just a sparring practice. “ —- you’ll be back to pretty in no time. ”

“ i’m a ray of fuckin’ sunshine, alright ? “ he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably. “ and listen here, bucko, i LET you win that match. it was my act of charity for the week. “ scoffing, the boy was clearly bluffing. it was no secret that his hand-to-hand combat was lacking. after all, he’d spent all his time prior to the academy throwing sucker punches and headbutting mafia thugs. all fine and dandy on the streets, but that stuff didn’t fly on the mat. “ what - you’re telling me i’m no miss america right now ?? “ offering a chuckle, frankie’s cracked lips stretched into a grin, teeth lacquered with crimson fluid. 

This kid couldn’t be serious. She was helping out another instructor with this by watching part of the track but she hadn’t expected - well, this shit. Blankly staring at the person in front of her, she lifted the gauze from the first aid kit she brought (not thinking she’d need it!) and handed it to him. “Please put this between the coke and your face, it’ll do a better job absorbing blood than metal.”

with a pained groan, frankie took the gauze and slipped it under the can, giving an agonizing hiss at the sensation. “ god damn, that’s a bitch. “ he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. “ thanks, though. “ he nodded as much as he could with his limited range of motion. “ it wasn’t my fault, i swear. “ he added insistantly, with a certain ‘please don’t tell my instructor ‘ pleading undertone to his words. 

“ the only thing i NEED is for you to shut your trap while i finish flunking your test. “ the brunette muttered, mossy green orbs glued to a battered clipboard. the tri-weekly class testing was always a highly looked forward-to event in violet’s eyes. watching her incompetent students make utter fools of themselves was far superior to any comdey routine she had ever suffered through. “ so, were those ‘tricks’ intentional, or just a product of your inherent cockiness… asking for RESEARCH purposes. “

“ that’s...fair. “ frankie surrendered, slouching into the chair he occupied. he really couldn’t protest - he fucked up and he knew it. and of COURSE he had to fuck up in front of his hottest most respected instructor. “ intentional or not, they were sick, alright ? no denying that. and I prefer ‘ confident in my manly awesomeness ‘ to cocky, thanks. “ free hand tracing around the scrape peeking through the ripped fabric of his knee, he continued to sulk. “ maybe if you hadn’t made me go FIRST, you would’ve figure out that the bike was janky as HELL. “ 

she   can   feel   bad   for   him   —   in   fact,   she   does.   injuries   come   and   go   during   training   and   freya   has   had   plenty.   but   empathy   doesn’t   come   to   her   as   it   does   to   others,   and   a   sick   smile   crosses   her   features   at   the   sight   of   him.   “aw,   frankie’s   got   a   little   boo-boo,   huh?   that’s   not   so   bad,   really.   unfortunately,   i   guess   you’ll   live.”

frankie didn’t realize who he’d been talking to - gaze fixated on the ground and the shoes that stood in front of him - until freya’s mocking tone flooded his eardrums. somehow, the sound made his pounding headache even WORSE. “ oh GREAT, the angel of death and misery has come to take me away. “ he groaned, eyes still locked on the floor. “ don’t you ever get sick of all the negative vibes you surround yourself with, huh ? doesn’t being a nasty bitch get boring sometimes ? “ 

“i told you not to be an idiot,” rose spoke, her tone still light as she pulled gauze and bandages out from the first aid kit, “and what do you do? be an idiot.” it was a struggle for her to keep a smirk off her face but she couldn’t help it. “move the can, this is gonna hurt.” the brunette took a gauze, soaked with antiseptic fluid and pressed it against his bleeding forehead.

“ well, you know what they say.  you can take the boy out of the idiot, but you can’t take the idiot out of the boy. “ despite the phrase making no sense at all, frankie offered a chuckle. “ i’m glad you’re getting off on my pain and suffering, smiley. “ hesitantly, he pulled the can away from his face and braced himself for the impending pain. the feeling of the solution against his open wound forced his whole body to fold into itself, face contorting in pain. he hissed, fingers wrapping around rose’s wrist - not to get her to stop, just as a natural response to the searing sensation on his face. “ ouchouchouchOUCH !! “ 

╰ ｡ · ° ›     loki   +   Z E R O.

@demvrcos

“ could you be any more of a slob, frate ?? “ kody had absolutely no room to talk. he sat atop a throne of dirty laundry & crumpled, cum-stained bed sheets. still, the boy had never been good at accepting blame nor cleaning up his messes; he had always been able to pay people for those menial tasks. the fluffball of a black cat, tippi, was sprawled across his lap, snoring soundly as he stroked her. “ but i’m willing to get over your unbearable uncleanliness under one condition: you go clubbing with me tonight. this place is so drawl on the weekends. besides, i’ve heard little birdies saying that SOMETHING is going down at club luxe tonight. “

“ i dunno what you’re talkin’ about, fratello. “  frankie shouted over his shoulder, digging his way through one of the piles of dirty clothes. “ at least we can still see the floor ! well...some of it. “ pulling out a wrinkled, obnoxiously printed hawaiian shirt, he held the fabric up to his nose and gave it a hefty whiff. shrugging, he deemed the odor passable and slipped it on over his bare chest, not bothering to button it up. “ is this yours or mine ? “ he asked, tugging on the fabric with a shrug. “ you don’t know how bad i want to make a pussy joke right now, dude. “ staring at the cat with a slight look of disdain, frankie’s lips curled up into a goofy smirk. “ and CLUBBING ?? i don’t know, my dude. seems a little cliche, don’tcha think ? club luxe sounds like a brand of lube. pretty sure i’ve got some in my nightstand if you catch my drift. “