[ he ends up with her device in his hand somehow, blinking at the transaction even as he looks over the words. he'd deliberately not been handing his name out to anyone, or any other information about himself, even if it seems like everyone is far too worried about where the fuck they are to worry about all the bodies he'd stacked behind him back home. frank resists the urge to roll his eyes at her joke. two can play the stupid joke game, he was a dad for 12 years after all.
frank hits enter a few times, leaving her words but writing his own. ] nice to meet you faith. i'm punching bag
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frank hits enter a few times, leaving her words but writing his own. ] nice to meet you faith. i'm punching bag