II. (open) i'm gonna fight with myself til i'm bleeding

[oorah]

featuring: hotdog castle & everyone (open to new arrivals too!!)
what's happening? frank feeding everyone venison dogs; frank fighting everyone; introlog spillover stuff + whatever else you want hmu
day: 11th nighttime (after all new arrivals are out and about/getting settled)
content warnings: ground meat, being a good neighbor, boyfights
notes: hit me up on PM or plurk hotdoge if you want anything else! happy to oblige

A. have you ever had a hot dog cooked by a guy named hotdog? this is going on instastories.

[ the time has come for frank to probably show all you losers what a hot dog is. for posterity or some such. he's been curing deer meat from a recent hunting trip with aloy and after their housemate reigen had soundproofed house six's kitchen, well. it seemed as good a time as any to put his plan in motion. not to mention he's in a good mood for once after encountering his best friend among the new arrivals.

early in the evening, frank will be piping his mixture into homemade casings with the doors to the back deck wide open for anyone to come pester him. and then later on of course he will be cooking them up with mustard he made and onions he found. he will also chop up pickles from the natives for anyone who gets down like that. none of y'all better ever ask him what a hot dog is ever again!!!

if you come in while he's cooking expect to be put to work, and did i mention he'll be downing rosé the whole time? e n j o y.

note: the kitchen is only soundproof when all the doors are closed. he will tell everyone on arrival this, so while he's cooking the doors will be shut but all other times feel free to mingle!! ]

B. the rules of fight club are bring snacks and make sure frank castle stays in bruises. tia for your contribution.

[ after posting up this little gem, frank has been steadily gathering members for his and mike's "club." his garage is a makeshift boxing arena and open for all any time they want to blow off steam or learn some new skills from punching bag himself. or from whoever else is lingering around. feel free to match yourselves and have a fight without him too, he'll ref!

the only rules of fight club are: bring snacks, agree with your partner on tactics: weapons/no weapons, fists only/every man for himself etc etc. AND when one person taps out or doesn't get up the match is over. the garage is approximately 80% soundproof. every fighter must wear wraps on their hands to muffle sound and agree not to shout or make loud noises, even in pain. soft-volume trash talking is allowed and perhaps even encouraged... ]

C. write your own starter or ping me for one!

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[deadboywalking]

[Will pauses enough to wipe mustard off his mouth with his sleeve (gross) and sidle over carefully. He's still a little wary, looking up and sideways at Frank. Just in case.

But hot dog wizardry is more interesting, always, so he'll turn his attention there eventually.]

show me first. so i do it right?

[oorah]

[ frank nods, directing will to hold the casing while he pipes the mixture in slowly. it's soothing, he thinks, making something from scratch this way. at least, he'd always found cooking to be that way. after a little while he'll offer to switch so that will can man the piping station instead. ]

[deadboywalking]

[Will is a very good helper, standing very still while holding the casing, with a half-fascinated, half-disgusted look on his face at the ooze of the meat mixture. It's so gross. It's so cool.

He's a little clumsier with the piping, getting the mixture onto his fingers, face scrunched in the most intense concentration. But he eventually does it properly, immediately looking up at Frank for validation.]

[oorah]

[ he has to smile at will's wonder surrounding the entire event, letting out a silent 'laugh' that's really just a breath and a jump of his shoulders. frank doesn't interfere when the boy messes up, letting him get around to figuring things out on his own. then he's making a silly face and holding up an OK sign. good job, buddy. he doesn't need his device for moments like these. ]

[deadboywalking]

[Honestly, the real reason Will can't ever be a good spy or stealthy person is that he wears his emotions too vividly on his face. Even the simplest of praise, the thumbs up, has him standing a full inch taller, grinning like he's just won the lottery. This is probably the first time in a long time (maybe ever?) that he's gotten this much positive reinforcement from a grown up guy type. Even when he messes it up a little, the quick, anxious look over at Frank disappears when Will sees there's not going to be any lashing out.

And then he's all finished and his hands are a mess, getting a silent, disgusted "bleh" face.]

[oorah]

[ frank directs will towards the sink then tells him to stay put by holding up a hand. then he goes to the door that leads out to the deck and shuts it silently before starting to pile blankets and pillows into every crack sound could escape from. and then will is getting a thumbs up that he can turn on the sink. ]

[deadboywalking]

[Will waits patiently, gooey hands held over the sink, quietly bouncing on his heels as he watches Frank's very careful process. Then he'll turn the sink on -- with his forearms, which is pretty awkward, but it means no cross-contamination! -- and make a face as he washes off his hands.]

Blech.

[oorah]

[ he gives a soft little chuckle even as he slots himself in next to will to wash his hands, too. ]

Thanks for helping. [ he'll go back to the sausage they made and tie off the casing after that, measuring the sections by eyeball and twisting each into links. ]

[deadboywalking]

Thanks for letting me. [Will's voice is very soft and a little hoarse. It's probably the first time he's spoken since arriving. He stands on his tiptoes to turn the water off, then return to his spot on the other side of the counter, watching contentedly. His hot dog is only half finished, but he's tiny enough that it seems like it's filled him up.]

[oorah]

Any time, bud. [ he isn't concerned about will's meal. he's just happy the boy ate at all and is seeming calmer by the moment. frank starts to hum absently while he works, the wine and everything that came before leaving him pleasantly hazy. ]