[ the soft takka takka of dog's claws can be heard, the only break in the continuous cacophony of magboots against metal grating. frank's click in place behind holden in the long, winding coffee line of the early morning. he hasn't seen alex in a bit so he's looking out for him now, and pretends not to notice when he jostles the man in front of him a bit. the truth is, frank never forgets a face and he knows every one on this station, whether he's talked to them or not. this one is new and maybe he wants to throw him off kilter a little. at least until he figures out what his deal is. ]
Sorry. [ he mutters without sounding that sorry at all, and max the big brown pitbull looks over their new addition thoughtfully as frank leans across him to grab a plastic mug. his boots are engaged even though the gravity is a comfy .33G ] If you need space school, I can point you in the right direction.
[ everything about frank is a little threatening, from his closely cropped hair to the black hoodie over his faded blue jumpsuit to the deep bruising mottling his face, an especially notable purple ring around his right eye. but his voice sounds friendly enough, though it also has the warm quality of michelin tires chugging through rough gravel. ]
wildcard coffee buddies take 2 (we can say this is after he meets up with the crew!)
Sorry. [ he mutters without sounding that sorry at all, and max the big brown pitbull looks over their new addition thoughtfully as frank leans across him to grab a plastic mug. his boots are engaged even though the gravity is a comfy .33G ] If you need space school, I can point you in the right direction.
[ everything about frank is a little threatening, from his closely cropped hair to the black hoodie over his faded blue jumpsuit to the deep bruising mottling his face, an especially notable purple ring around his right eye. but his voice sounds friendly enough, though it also has the warm quality of michelin tires chugging through rough gravel. ]