#chat!franny

Is this in the Job Description?

“Get your goddamn weeds off of my property-”

“WEEDS? They are fucking magnolias!”

CRASH! They grimaced as a pot flew out the door past the scrambling woman’s head.

“Bitch I don’t care what they are! If they keep shedding onto my lawn-”

“Um...” Gattina leaned over the roof top wall as the neighbors screaming match continued between the two senior women. “Should we address that?”

“Uhhhh...” Wincing as another piece of porcelain was thrown out on the streets, Mr. Beetle pressed his lips together in a thin line. “That’s uh, that’s an excellent question.”

What was the policy on civil disputes?

Late Night Patrols

“I mean,” her palms when slack over her knees as Gattina shot him a nervous glance. “-you've gotta plan, right?”

Scrubbing his eyes, Mr. Beetle dragged his hand partway down his face, gripping his jaw slightly before dropping it to his own knee drawn close to his chest. 

“Yeah- yeah I’ve got an idea.” Tilting his head back to look at her, he smiled apologetically, mask crinkling around his eyes. “But you are NOT going to like it.”

You've gotta plan, right?

Yeah, but you aren’t gonna like it.