TO THE STARS.

I’m not ~*officially*~ back yet because I DO still have this paper to write.

But I am warming myself back up again because I’m gonna have 4 months of doing sweet f-all once May starts and this is a great way to waste fill up some of that free time.

I’m probably gonna be lurking a bit to procrastinate. Might reblog some things, might tweak some pages (my theme is still lit tho).

Also considering doing a soft reset, or at least communicating with active blogs who have a relationship with Frankie and establishing stuff that has happened in the last 6 month. I’d like to imagine Frankie’s life has continued without me aha. Might also open the floor up for anyone who would have liked to establish a relationship with him in that time too. C’mon guys I Frankie needs friends.

I’ll probably reblog some ic/ooc ask memes as well to get me back in the swing of things/so you guys can catch up with what I’ve been up to the last several months (a LOT has happened trust me on this I got juicy hot goss about my life) and so we can basically pick up where I suddenly dropped off.

{{ HC will be under the cut due to allusions towards war. I know some people aren’t interested in that. }}

Yeah if you guys hadn't noticed, I've been pretty dead as of lately! University life has taken over completely. If I'm not studying, I'm working, and if I'm not working, I'm being social. Like, in the last month I've been to three different cities, I've been to four concerts, I've had a few movie nights, a few games nights, and a few date nights ;)

And I've also joined Show Choir and Alt Music Soc, so I've been very musical as well.

Long story short, I simply haven't had time to dedicate to Frankie at all. I miss you guys a lot, but I have so little free time these days that when I have it, I want to use it for myself than roleplay.

I should be back at some point! Probably not until winter break, admittedly.

I'm too old for this Freshers week nonsense

Erzsi leans over to pinch his cheek softly, “Yes, you do need your pretty face!” She’s laughing and continues to lean over the counter as if telling him a secret, “I am not sure what Roderich would do, to be quite honest. He can be jealous, but I am not sure if he would actually get into a fight over me. I am not sure if I am worth that much to him.”

Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head at him, “I can throw you a big party with a really cool cake, but there will no wedding. Christmas is coming up soon, perhaps that will be the best time to throw such a party.” Tapping her chin, she thinks for a moment, “The next party will be Oktoberfest, of course. Rodi’s sister is putting together that little shindig and I can guarantee it will be a riot. I probably can get you an invite, if you want to come see us all get hammered and make fools of ourselves. Hell, if you come, I will teach you a Hungarian folk dance!” More laughter from the Hungarian in attempt to cover up the reddening of her cheeks. Frankie was just incorrigible enough to have his words produce such a thing.

Frankie puffed his cheeks up, both at the pinch but then at Erzsi’s follow-up comment. “Oh, c’mon, I know he’d totally fight for your honour. Well, maybe after a lot of goading and taunting. I guess it would depend on the situation, though. To be fair, I’d be much more scared about getting into a fight with you than him. I know that Rod might at least go easy on me at first whereas you’d go straight for the money-maker.” 

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“Look, I can handle anything. I just can’t be caught here, trust me.” He’d already been slapped on the wrist once. If they caught him in yet another speakeasy, he’d probably face an actual punishment this time. The manhole cover was removed with surprising ease (well, surprising for the average person, but Frankie was in a hurry and had no time to play average). 

“Ladies first.”

He glanced up again at the sound of the door being knocked in. Thankfully, as the other clients attempted to get out quickly from the newly opened door, there was a distraction allowing Frankie to drop down through the manhole cover without either of them being seen by cops entering the bar.

As he hopped down the ladder, he winced slightly upon feeling cold water splash up his legs, and he was grateful that the lighting was not great. The less he could see of the liquid beneath his feet, the better.

“Fuck… so now what?”

Ladies first. Sure, it was polite, but the effect was lost when you were dropping into the sewer. Viola hoisted her skirt out of the sewage and trudged towards the walk, grumbling angrily to herself. 

“Now what? Well, I’m going home, to figure out how I’m going to explain this to the boss, and hunt for new work before I’m sent back on the next ship to Europe.” She picked a direction, and trudged towards the next ladder. “And you–” she gave the ladder a tug, shook her head at herself, and stared down the tunnel to see if she could spy another. “And you–” she glanced back at him for a minute, suspicious. “You can probably climb back up whichever ladder you like, Mr. Government man. I’m sure your friends will be thrilled to find their mole, safe and sound, if a bit dirty.” 

Frankie followed her instead, folding his arms and looking her over with a raised eyebrow. She’d be lucky if she tugged down that ladder on her own, and the passage way was dark. It would be dangerous for a young woman to wander the sewers alone, even if she did know the paths.

“Look, I already told you, I’m not a mole, and if those guys up there find me in or near yet another speakeasy, I’m gonna be in serious shit. As in, they’ll probably keep me completely confined in Washington or something.” He was probably giving away a little too much, but he really didn’t want to run into the feds, especially now covered in sewer water.

“You also didn’ blush and holler this much,” though it’s said rather matter-of-fact there remains a grin that gives away their jest. They think he protests just a bit too much, but continuing to tease him won’t accomplish anything but annoy him, probably. “I’m only curious.”

“It’s always freezing in Alaska.” Granted, they live in Texas–their idea of ‘freezing’ is a tad skewed. “We have a reputation anyway–may as well make the attempt. Either it fails, or you have your answer.” Not that they themselves would do it, but. Frankie doesn’t need to know that.

“How so? I still crawled out of a marsh. I suppose, at least it wasn’t a proper swamp.”

“I ain’t hollerin’. You just put me on the spot, that’s all.” He won’t deny the blush, though, which is still tinging his ears and his cheeks in a mix of embarrassment and bashfulness. “Anyway, can you really see me settling down into anything? I’m way too busy. I’m always flying this way or that way. It wouldn’t last.”

Aaron has a point. Shy children get nothing, after all. Maybe he’d start small and ask someone he was closer to first, like Arthur or Koen. That way, if it was rude, the consequences would not be as severe. “Okay, I’ll let you know how that one goes, if I ever get to ask it.”

“I do not know if it is that he wants to trust me with more things,” he said, starting to eat his fries with a nearby fork. “I am not able to do much anymore. I know that he was going to take me to some art galleries here, though! I have been wanting to visit The Met for a long, long time. And Roderich promised that he would take me! I am so excited about it,” he grinned. 

“Do you like art too, Herr Frankie? Do you like going to art galleries and museums and things?”

“Oh man, you’re gonna love the Met, kid. That place is huge, but it’s really cool! You know, I think you’d like the Guggenheim as well, if you ain’t been there yet. It’s like a big spiral that tells a story through art. Pretty weird at first, but by the end it makes kind’a total sense.” 

Oh that’s hardly his fault! Cats are just like that. Slightly evil, and plotting our deaths. If we were the size of a rat, we’d be their prey.

{ Snorts } Well, I guess its the curse of having history with Edward.

{ Raises a brow } I think he just likes me because I’m one of the people that tolerate him, Frankie. I’m sure if he had the pick of the crop, I wouldn’t be on his mind. 

I’d like to see a cat even try with me! I’d totally show them what for. { Gives a couple of playful punches for show. }

{ He gives a shrug to Janie’s reasoning. }

“Ach, mijn… Here I sit with my mouth full of teeth…”  

“Hey, you asked for it! I only delivered the goods!”

Finger guns.