[ oh hey, cool. he crouches down to get a better look. frank nods at the words that appear and makes a flourish with his hand. take your time, what the fuck is he doing anyway? he rubs some stray dust from tired and hopelessly bruised eyes, knowing he looks a little grizzly right now and glad to be away from the crowd. he'll hang here for as long as ivor wants to, basically. ]
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