Frank

Twitching.

He's feeling a surge of bloodlust with no outlet.

+ everything- everything except where he looked.

He'd scan the surrounding area and the occupants present, appearing some-what lost despite looking as if he belonged.

starter for @sin-official.bsky.social

Well, the casino had more to offer than he originally thought. Through either luck or sheer coincidence, Frank had managed to get into the more / interesting / section of the building, wandering around it's underbelly with hidden glee. His mask hid+

🩷 for a starter/interaction post.

Jingling car keys??? why not.

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⠀⠀⠀Memories will fade
⠀but just like everyone else
he clings to what he has left.
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"I might just. Probably will have to be by ingredients again. Last time she uh... well. Pretty sure she was takin' notes from Bubbah on how to cook."

His head would lull to look at her, " I'm usually a night person, but I don't mind knockin' myself out early so I can meet the demands of your schedule. "

+ in memory. He hated it, but couldn't do anything more than distract himself to ease the discomfort.

He could only assume she endured the same hell, one way or another.

" Oh, yeah, forgot to ask. When do you need me up, boss? "

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For once, it was something he could properly understand; scars from his youth and some from his more recent past littering his entire being. Most were hidden, but the occasional line would peak through the clothes he wore.

Most remained dormant, but the more / recent / scars occasionally pulsed+

+ himself to relax properly.

" Don't mention it. You ever need more of that shit you just let me know, alright? "

He'd have to make phone calls before the night was over, but he was sure he had enough in cash to at least get himself another bag.

" Fuckin' flare ups are the worst. "

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" Yeah, just haven't found the time. "

Or money, but if they paychecks she offered were fat he could see that changing. An eyebrow would raise at her statement, his head bobbing in a steady nod as he breathed in the remnants that lingered in the air.

He exhaled slowly before allowing +

Art depicting the fictional character, Frank Morrison from Dead by Daylight, lying on the ground with his mask on wearing his Dropout outfit. He is sweating as the boot of an unknown person presses into his chest, keeping him pinned.

Based on a meme I saw ^^

#frankmorrison #deadbydaylight #dbd #thelegion #dbdfanart #dbdfrank #リージョン #デッドバイデイライト #데드바이데이라이트 #黎明杀机

“i fucking wish. haven’t had that shit in forever.”

Poking at the ground with a stick.

"Did it help any?"

He'd lift his head just enough to look at her, eyebrows raised in questioning. If it worked, he'd make sure to stock up on his weed supply sooner than later.

Maybe he did- no. He wouldn't let go of that just yet.

The smile would fade as he briefly lost himself to his thoughts, a silence lingering between the two before his train of thought cycled right back to / her /.

Right, they had gotten high together for a reason.

He lifts a hand to rub at his own ink, the colors of orange and yellow having long since faded to a more neutral hue. Even the lines done in black were beginning to fade; he'd probably have to get a touch up sooner than later unless he wanted it to decay further.

A smile tugs at his lips, canines poking out as he tilts his head back. His eyes follow the wisps of smoke that linger in the air, clouding up the area they occupy and amplifying the high...

He exhales slowly through his nose, a chuckle forming.

"Thanks, got it years ago."

+ inked himself on a whim.

"Got any more? Or just the two."

+ A sentiment he'd carry even if the ink was faded and morphed. Any ink a person got on themselves was fascinating to him, a physical reflection of their creativity painted on their skin. A window of what lied within their mind- but perhaps that was too poetic for a man who +

+ Although not directly, he knew a handful of people who would make a similar comparison to himself; a snake. A rat. It had the corners of his mouth twitching upwards before he offered the blunt back to her.

"Never thought to get somethin' like that tattooed on me, though. Bet it looks sick."

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"Yeesh."

Spoken with a smirk, he'd accept the blunt back and take a drag from the kindling bud. Another deep exhale, smoke escaping his nostrils like some sort of weird dragon; he'd huff a laugh as he thought briefly.

"Can't say I don't know the feeling."

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finding that sneaking in was more his forte than knocking.

He'd adjust himself, slicking his hair back a final time and adjusting his normal attire (that was cleaner than usual) before deciding to call out into her house.

"Yo, Boss?"

Great introduction Frank, 10/10.

It wasn't even an option, meaning he had to resort to more normal means.

... She'd like chocolates, right?

Chocolate and Flowers. Fuck, was she allergic? Whatever.

He'd find himself running his hands through his hair as he entered her apartment through his usual means, +