[ he opens his mouth to agree - or maybe to complain about how micro never cleaned his gun. he was damn good at playing dead though. and saving frank from fires he started himself. but then his eyes are tracking to that wedding ring and he's kicking himself for not noticing before, so caught up in his own stupid thoughts. ]
Sorry. I didn't-- [ he didn't know, but he also hadn't really considered. he should have, there are kids here. teenagers. so surely there must be parents too, it would hold. frank swallows, hanging his head and staring into the remaining liquid, just a shallow covering of the base. ] Sorry.
[ he forces out a breath and pushes himself to stand at full height, though he instantly wavers a little. tomorrow is going to be another lost morning if he keeps going like this. but what does it matter, really? he's useless here. ]
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Sorry. I didn't-- [ he didn't know, but he also hadn't really considered. he should have, there are kids here. teenagers. so surely there must be parents too, it would hold. frank swallows, hanging his head and staring into the remaining liquid, just a shallow covering of the base. ] Sorry.
[ he forces out a breath and pushes himself to stand at full height, though he instantly wavers a little. tomorrow is going to be another lost morning if he keeps going like this. but what does it matter, really? he's useless here. ]
So. Blue goo, huh?