[ hey he won't judge her. he had a jar of peaches himself and a piece of that bread. it's not doing much to sustain him now. frank wanders around the space and looks for... something. or just looks at what they have. he supposes it's only fair to let them loot the place after dragging them from their homes into this silent hell, but it's still weird. he's used to stealing things when he needs them, but to just be allowed to take them? it'll take some getting used to.
the creak startles him, eyes flying wide open as he glances at her. how is he already programmed for this? as much as the silence was nice at first, now he's just pissed. he points to another couch that looks sturdier if she wants to check it out. he's still perusing baubles and various odds and ends. ]
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the creak startles him, eyes flying wide open as he glances at her. how is he already programmed for this? as much as the silence was nice at first, now he's just pissed. he points to another couch that looks sturdier if she wants to check it out. he's still perusing baubles and various odds and ends. ]