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

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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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[ He's asked the older lady who lives near him that question so many times, it's one of the phrases he's got memorized...

One sign he still doesn't know right off the top of his head has him stalling for a second, and then finally just typing the next message. ]

Do you like coffee?

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[ he gives akira a look like he's asking him the most important question of his life. his eyes shine with something akin to total love and adoration. (for coffee, not akira. sorry, bro.) ] it's ok

[ it might be his favorite thing on planet earth. or this one. he's so happy he has coffee even if he's been trying to use it sparingly so it lasts. frank tips his head as he slowly gets up out of his seat. ]

i could make you a cup. the natives gave me some.

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[ He blinks a couple of times, then gives a small smile. ]

I appreciate the offer, I was actually going to make some for you in exchange for the recipe.

They gave me some that apparently came from the cafe I worked at.

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[ frank blinks, having already been in transit to retrieve his french press. when he plays back the conversation, or scrolls up as it were, things start making more sense. akira was looking for a trade, but as usual frank had just offered to do everything himself without even pausing to consider anyone might give him something. he can't even be embarrassed when now he really does want a cup of coffee. ]

i'm going to make some now anyway. you can never have too much coffee. [ he turns his back to akira now to do what he said, but he's watching his screen for new messages. ]

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[ He gives a small smile after Hotdog-san's back is to him. Though with the next message, it's a bit... off. ]

I know somebody would would quickly agree with you there. Though, he's a bit of a coffee snob...

[ He holds a blink. ]

You're also welcome at my clinic any time you need. I can handle everything from injuries to illnesses.

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[ a clinic. run by a teenager. okay. it's definitely not the weirdest shit here by a mile so frank isn't even going to comment. he is offended that someone would snub his coffee though, how d a r e . he's loading up the french press with pre-ground coffee and then pre-heated water before setting to work. so many things are a production here, but it isn't so far off from living overseas in bunkers in the end. just quieter. ]

i'm the opposite of a coffee snob. all coffee is good coffee and the more bitter the better. [ at least akira caught him on the one thing he likes to talk about. he finishes the first cup and pours it for the boy before setting it in front of him and starting the process over. ]

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[ Hey, hey... He wasn't even trying to snub the coffee! ]

I wonder if you'd still believe that if you'd tried my first few coffee attempts.

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[ wow his huffiness was for his buddy. excuse u. ]

i've had some pretty bad diner coffee man [ after a few minutes he's satisfied with how the coffee looks, putting the first cup in front of akira before going back to make himself a cup. ]

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[ yeah but he has some kind of weird, moral obligation to take some responsibility for that guy's actions, words, behavior, etc. ]

Boss - Sojiro - taught me all about coffee when I first moved in with him.

I didn't have much of a love for coffee until I started getting lessons on how to blend and brew Leblanc coffee.

Somehow, that's the exact same coffee that was left at my door when I got the house.

[ He accepts the coffee with a nod of gratitude. ]

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sounds like a smart guy

[ after a moment frank is sitting down with his coffee, taking a moment just to breathe it in. it's clear the guy has feelings for the stuff that go much deeper than love tbh. he takes a sip, instantly burning his tongue, but it doesn't even seem to register. he picks up the device with one hand, his other still diligently wrapped around the crude tin cup. ]

sometimes it's the only thing that can make you feel like a person

[ he doesn't know if akira can understand that. on deployment, here, it's all the same. coffee is a piece of something he once had; an anchor to the man he once was. he grasps it with both hands like the cup now, drinking it down like it's some magic healing elixir. and maybe for frank castle, it is. ]

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[ Well.... as a matter of fact, something flickers over his expression. Something sad... homesick. But he quickly wipes that look away, and prays it went unnoticed or even unseen. ]

Yeah...

It was a home for me.

[ Something in the air has shifted around him. He's going to be going quiet for the most part, now, and focus more on his assigned task... ]