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[gaits]

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SPEED DIAL: frank
OCCUPATION: green house attendant, clinic volunteer.

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un:kyouken; text

[justbeingknife]

[ hi there, Frank volunteered David to fix Majima's phone, so this is the follow up! ]

Hey. Thanks for the help earlier. They ain't have gadgets like these where I'm from.

text, un: micro

[gaits]

Sure
It wasn't a big deal so don't worry about it.

Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?

[justbeingknife]

Kamurocho.

Tokyo, Japan. That's where I was before I ended up covered in red dirt, anyhow. You?

[ Because duh, maybe he shouldn't expect people to know Tokyo neighborhoods. ]

[oorah]

[ frank is exhausted. he still doesn't remember much, just waking up in the reset room and having that good-for-nothing skin-crawling piece of shit show up and tell frank he couldn't confer with his friends about him. that he had to act normal. well, his normal is pretty solidly 'collapse at david lieberman's feet' so here he is. he manages to get his cot into david's room silently, sets it down and bonelessly collapses onto it without a word on his device or otherwise. he looks different than when david saw him last, namely the suspicious disappearance of the bruises mapping all across his face and the even more suspicious appearance of a pale lavender jumpsuit. ]

[gaits]

[ david's not in his room when frank moves in and he doesn't see him until a little later, laptop tucked under his arm and his device out when he nudges open the door to his room. there's a second of surprise when he sees frank but he immediately goes over, sitting next to him on his cot with his back up against the wall. he notices the lack of bruising on frank's face and the new change of color in his jumpsuit, but he doesn't say anything yet.

(he does have an idea. bruises like his shouldn't fade that quickly, as if they've never been there at all. the lack of them makes frank look younger, softening the harsh angles of his face, easing the lines in his brow and jaw to shave off years from his appearance. he can't help but wonder if maybe in another life, in another time, he'd be able to look like this always, less tired and less weary. less like he's come to wear his bruises as a part of him, a defining trait.

david has an idea and there's less than a handful of explanations, but only one makes sense. the thought leaves him feeling cold, the sinking feeling of dread settling in his gut as he holds it back.)

it's not hard to tell frank is tired and david can't bring himself to disturb him just yet. for now, he offers just his presence and proximity, opening up his laptop and silently working until frank wakes up again. ]

[oorah]

[ even asleep, he senses the other man's presence. even if the reset room scrambled his brain, none of that matters here and now. he has no right to have these people surrounding him that care, he doesn't deserve even one iota of micro's support, and yet here he is. everpresent is maria's voice in his ear, her fingers running through his hair. hey sleepyhead, i let you sleep in but it isn't as commanding as usual. even in this state, he knows she isn't real -- and remembers letting her go.

he wakes with a silent jolt, immediately able to calm himself down when he sees that robin's egg blue jumpsuit. micro's arrival still feels dreamlike and far away, but as he looks up to signal his consciousness he's fully seated in the reality that his brother is here. he's never felt so alone, and yet here for a moment, it's almost easy to forget he's being held hostage by a madman. ]

post-frank castle field trip

[nishizono]

hey mom, gonna soundproof the garage i'm sleeping in this week. help me out.

[gaits]

[ "mom"????????? ]

Do I even get a please

[ he's just being a shit. ]

Yeah
Which garage?

[nishizono]

house 12. it's where i'm staying. you can bring your nerd stuff along if you want.

how's hotdog?

[ he's making assumptions that aren't polite. oops. ]

oh, we found cb radios. you want one?

3/7

[oorah]

[ frank isn't in the house. he can't deal with this. he's going to blow off some steam-- but he's not at fight club either. when he doesn't come home that night david will get an errant text in place of the giant man he shares a bedroom with. ]

what. the. fuck.

1/2

[gaits]

You're gonna have to be a little more specific
A lot of what the fuck kind of stuff happens here

[gaits]

Where are you?

[ do you need me to come find you ]

[oorah]

i'm gonna hit you lieberman.

[ except he's not that's why he's in the wind. ]

why the fuck did that happen

text

[deadlight]

[ by now, or a little before, bev's discovered the care package on her bed with all new jumpsuit, coat and cigarettes. the note said hotdog + micro, and while she texted the mayor to thank him, she's... just gonna do the same here. he was the only other person she'd been complaining too about her missing smokes anyway. ]

thank you
- bev m.

[ she's still wary of talking to unknown grown-ups, but he hasn't given her any reason to not be polite, at least. ]

[gaits]

[ fun fact: david prefers text over everything else so this works out great for him. especially since he's still kind of unsure if telling frank about getting bev stuff was a good idea. ]

You're welcome
Sorry I didn't get your favorite color first but I hope it fits okay

[deadlight]

no it's fine

[ the royal blue really sets off her hair, not that she'd say that. it's not something she's used to, bespoke clothing and all. mostly she just wears whatever fits. ]

you really ask people their favorite colors?

vague handwringing

[nishizono]

there's a girl
nill
please keep an eye out for her

[gaits]

We already are
Brought her to house 6
Where Hotdog and I used to be

[nishizono]

good
that's good for her

we should give her knives

jjones

[underachievement]

[ what's this about? what's it always about! no, not that guy. ]

Can you link the security system to my device?

sorry for the delay!

[gaits]

I was planning to yeah
Could hook it up to your laptop too if you want

action idk you pick the fucking day

[oorah]

[ this thing has seemingly done a number on micro, maybe even moreso than it had effected frank. it will all be worth it, of course, but until then it pains him to see the other man suffer. he comes over to his bedside and starts idly fluffing up his pillows, redraping his blankets as if there inlies the root of his problems and not a particularly aggressive vaccine he had willingly partaken of. ]

Try some soup? [ he signs, though the man hadn't kept anything down in days. he needs to eat eventually in order to get better, it's starting to really worry him. ]

[gaits]

[ david knew that the vaccine would hit him just as hard as it did frank. he's never been the healthiest and living in hiding for a year didn't help him either, but he didn't expect to be bed ridden and useless for however long he's been out. he hadn't been keeping track -- he'd been trying to sleep most of it off, attempting to eat what little he could, and he only vaguely registers frank coming in and fussing as he squints up at him from beneath the blankets.

he gives frank an okay sign, even though food is the last thing he wants. but he pulls himself up slowly, leaning back against the pillows and scrubbing sleep from his eyes. ]

text

[bossily]

Got a bit of a favor to ask of you.

[gaits]

Lay it on me