Oct 27, 2012
Oi. Where ya been hidin' at Frank?
At home obviously. Not my home. I'm afraid I'm a bit too popular to enjoy a good night's sleep there... Hello kitten. Been a while.
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Oi. Where ya been hidin' at Frank?
At home obviously. Not my home. I'm afraid I'm a bit too popular to enjoy a good night's sleep there... Hello kitten. Been a while.
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tigerinthefire replied to your post: ✖
PANDORA IS HELL BENT ON KILLING EVERYONE WITH FEELINGS OKAY.
APPARENTLY.
I'VE GOT SHIT TO WRITE PANDORA AND IT DOESN'T INCLUDE SOBBING.
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ehehehe
you're an awful person and i'm trying my hardest not to go start collecting stephen mangan gifs.
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Frank was covering his mouth all through the car trip, glancing out the window expectantly, crossing his arms and stretching his legs, always shifting in his seat. The driver would sometimes arch an eyebrow and glance at him through the rear-view mirror. The drug dealer would frown and tell him to pay attention to the road...It was practically a ritual by now.
Franklin Wilde didn't know what to expect from this meeting. A fight? An ultimatum? A goodbye? The drug dealer rolled his eyes. None of those sounded like good options. He didn't want to lose contact with Sebastian Moran or he could lose the sniper too along the way. Suicidal tendencies were always a tricky thing. They required time, sensibility and empathy. All things Frank didn't own.
They finally arrived to the address. A penthouse. "La-di-da, looks like someone's getting a lot of tips." Frank sang as he opened the car's door. "Need me to stay here boss?" He frowned and waved a hand dismissively. "Hm? Oh! No, heavens no. Go home. Have dinner. I'll call you if I need you." The driver nodded and drove off. Frank stood by the road for a moment, watching as the lights of the car became smaller with the distance. "It shouldn't take too long." He mumbled.
Soon he'd be standing in front of Sebastian Moran's door, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down his spine. Instead he puckered his lips with curiosity and pressed his finger against what should be the doorbell. Maybe he wasn't even home. Maybe this was a prank. Payback for dumping the placebos and running with the cash.
[text] I'll be waiting. - SM
Frank snapped his phone shut and sighed glancing out the window. Unsure whether to feel excited to see the sniper again...Or fearful.
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[text] I promise I'm not going to lay a hand on you unless you ask me to. I just want to talk. I'm in Regency Commons, the penthouse. - SM
[text] Well aren't we fancy. Will be there in thirty. - FW
[text] If I gave you my address would you come see me? Tonight? - SM
[text] That depends. Are we going to sit down and talk like responsible adults? Or are you going to break my teeth with different decorative items? -- FW
[text] For what it's worth I'm sorry. And I won't be trying to leave you again any time soon. - SM
[Frank simply stares at the phone for a while]
[TEXT] Good. - FW