@moondrenched // riff & frankÂ
 FRANKâS SEEMINGLY BEEN TALKING FOR YEARS NOW. The spindly man isnât quite sure WHEN it was that he absolutely checked out -- minutes, days, weeks, months; it was all blending together anyways, this time on Earth -- but heâs sure it was some great LONG ago. Why his flamboyant master would feel the need to personally inform him of all of the details of THEIR creation after it was done being created was BEYOND him. Didnât Frank KNOW that Riff couldnât care less about the otherâs thoughts and desires? Didnât Frank know that Riff was, in a sense, just like him in wanting nothing to accomplish but his own tasks?
 His elbow set FIRMLY on the table before him -- a table which also happened to house what theyâd come to see as ROCKY, a current patchwork quilt of organs and skin -- and chin resting in the palm of his hand, the servant comes to realize that Frank has halted in his dialogue only because heâs waiting for a response. âYes, Master.â He remarks idly, his half-lidded gaze flitting upward to READ the Doctorâs expression. Hereâs hoping thatâs the answer Frankie was looking for.
