he’s vaguely impressed,  though the arch of his brow suggests otherwise;  boredom rests there,  in the dip of his lip as he stitches together a frown.    ‘    not fun that way.    ’    muttering a word and gaining whatever you desire--  it’s offensive,  franco thinks,  though perhaps it’s nothing more than jealousy;  he’s unable to discern one emotion from the other.    ‘    hot-wiring,  actually ssss-stealing,  that’s fun.    ’    /    @constantwar