[ without trying to wrest himself from micro's grip, he leads with the same shoulder in the man's hand, snorting under his breath at someone finally getting his dumb joke. he is a dick, that's not in question, but he has his brother back. it's obvious that frank knows this place like the back of his hand already, navigating his way easily through the gathering mass of people, new and old. a few spare a glance at them or even wave, but frank keeps his head down and his eyes trained forward on the sandpath before them.
though usually, it's a struggle for anyone to get frank to produce his device; he does so now without even being asked. he's waiting for the screen to light up the second they leave the reset room, blowing red dust out of his nose. ]
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though usually, it's a struggle for anyone to get frank to produce his device; he does so now without even being asked. he's waiting for the screen to light up the second they leave the reset room, blowing red dust out of his nose. ]