[ frank may have grown up in a different era, but it was still a world before proper cellphones. he still remembers talking into cans and learning morse code long before he ever needed to. he stares at the screen of his device a second too long, shooting hawkeye a look. is he offended or just pretending? he's such a drama queen it would be impossible to parse even if he knew the guy past a couple hot dogs and a bottle of wine. though a part of him is just glad someone in this place besides him has jokes. it's refreshing honestly. ]
that's the one who says all boys want to fuck their moms right [ frank shakes his head. they're barely a step into the real conversation phase of their relationship and it's already hideous. this is why he prefers the not talking. ] so what house are you in? [ for really real this time ]
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that's the one who says all boys want to fuck their moms right [ frank shakes his head. they're barely a step into the real conversation phase of their relationship and it's already hideous. this is why he prefers the not talking. ] so what house are you in? [ for really real this time ]