#drbrat

[sms: Frank] Ohh, you are asking the wrong guy

sore muscles and healing cuts be damned — he needed him. it was merely a month apart ( the batman was needed for intergalactic matters, though he left the intergalactic part out when he first told frank he was needed for a length of time. ) teeth nearly crash together as rosy lips meet, their tongues intertwined and hot breaths exchanged. their clothes lay strewn about the place; scrub smock on the kitchen counter, matching bottoms and boxers hanging on the edge of a dining chair; sweatpants and oversized band shirt in a wadded up pile atop the coffee table.

marco feels the other's legs lock around his back and he breathes out a sigh. a streak of irritation spikes through him, at his own inability to be strong in the face of temptation ( god damn it, marco, there's dinner on the stove! ) but that train of thought screeches to an abrupt halt as franks lips close around their thumb. a low rumbling sound greets them in return from the depths of marco's chest, heavy lidded eyes watching her every move.

@drbrat

“No worrying from me.” Jud says, putting his hands up as if he’s been caught. And though he does say this, he knows that it is technically a lie. It’s just a part of who he is to worry about people, but he can mention it in a confessional later.

Another one. All Geten wants to do is lick his wounds in peace-- and return to Re-Destro-- but the emergency room seemed insistent on holding him hostage. He had been brought here against his will (some well-intentioned citizen had called an ambulance when they found him barely conscious and crawling along the side of the road) and after regaining his senses in the course of treatment, he had pressed himself into a corner and refused to let any of the medical professionals close. And this stalemate was a bit troublesome for a couple of reasons:

a) The boy was too injured to not immediately begin treating (the fact he had regained consciousness enough to fight them was a miracle) upon his admission to the ER, as often is the case.

b) The boy is clearly a minor, unaccompanied, and so cannot be discharged AMA by law without consent of a guardian.

c) The boy has no form of legal identification and refuses to give his name or any other identifying information.

d) He is making it a massive pain in the ass to try and treat him.

They can't kick him out, but he's giving them nobody to call: hell, the only possessions with him at the time were the clothes on his back and the debris that dug into his skin. Not helping the situation is that his wounds were consistent with a violent struggle-- it was all around deeply suspicious.

He watches Frank through narrowed eyes, body tensing in preparation to strike, should it be deemed necessary.

she's  just  dropped  evie  off  at  daycare,  evie  who  saw  frank  passing  down  the  hallway  and  reached  out  either  simply  because  he  was  a  person  and  she  was  reaching  that  phase  where  she  wanted  to  touch,  see  and  reach  out  for  everything  and  everyone  ..  which  had  certainly  made  things  at  home  fun  ..  or  because  her  eyes  had  caught  the  bracelet  at  his  wrist  either  way  it  had  taken  a  little  while  to  calm  her  daughter  from  the  excitement  and  get  her  settled  into  daycare  ..  something  which  frank  was  obviously  amused  with, 

Yolanda rolls her eyes, uncaring if it makes her appear childish. It's fitting for this conversation, at least, Frank grating on her nerves as a young, annoying child would.

"Of course you don't," she says with a careless shrug, pulling her lunch tray closer to herself and picking up a fork. The cafeteria isn't her favorite place to sit, less so when it's busy, but occasionally she needs a change of scenery. And most importantly, a place to sit.