[ frank is enjoying a lapse in the constant stream of visitors, perched outside his house on the deck like a lookout tower in a man costume. yellowing bruises mottle his face, combat boots bolstering him a couple more inches than he naturally stands, his bright yellow-orange jumpsuit partially concealed by a weighted black hoodie. but despite his harsh appearance, a soft smile wedges itself stubbornly on his face at eddie's attempt to be sneaky. as much as he hates that children are here -- and that they keep showing up. well. it gives him something to do, being everyone's grumpy dad.
he moves further out to lean against the railing, and even though his boots and the frame they carry look heavy, his steps make no sound. he looks around idly as if he doesn't know exactly where eddie is. almost like a silent game of hide-and-seek. ]
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he moves further out to lean against the railing, and even though his boots and the frame they carry look heavy, his steps make no sound. he looks around idly as if he doesn't know exactly where eddie is. almost like a silent game of hide-and-seek. ]