[ it's like some bizarre and elaborate performance art piece and frank finds himself transfixed. he's back to looking hopelessly bemused, leaning forward slightly to try and discern the other man's meaning, if there is one. he thinks he gets the gist, though most of the words pass him by, and his lips are twitching up, up; and until they curve enough to be called a smile, maybe even on into a grin. he shows a few teeth, which is a fair sight more than most get from frank castle around here.
finally, he can't take it anymore, and he reaches into his jumpsuit pocket to retrieve his ever loathsome device. it's not so bad really -- in the grand scheme of things. he's definitely had to do worse things to communicate in his life. but it's just so... millennial and weird. it makes him feel like he's misunderstanding and being misunderstood almost all of the time which puts him even more on edge than his factory default settings already do.
he types up a quick message and leans further across the table so hawkeye can read his screen. ] you should have your own comedy act
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finally, he can't take it anymore, and he reaches into his jumpsuit pocket to retrieve his ever loathsome device. it's not so bad really -- in the grand scheme of things. he's definitely had to do worse things to communicate in his life. but it's just so... millennial and weird. it makes him feel like he's misunderstanding and being misunderstood almost all of the time which puts him even more on edge than his factory default settings already do.
he types up a quick message and leans further across the table so hawkeye can read his screen. ] you should have your own comedy act