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*Kiri’s eyes widened*
“J-Jesus-“
*she helped him inside*

*he didn't say anything, but gave you a long apologetic look*

*she out in onto the couch*
“Another fight?-“

*he nodded slowly, pressing the heel of his hand to the gunshot wound in his thigh*

“Please be more careful… I hate seeing you hurt…”

Frank: Yeah, that's what everyone says-

*grabs her first aid kit*
“I mean it.”

(cant find her image, so its the girl on the right imgflip.com/i/8ay9jc)
meredith: oh goodness frank! again?! come in, whats happened now?

Frank: *he clutched his thigh tightly and stared at you through double black eyes* Just a scuffle

Meredith: come and sit down! Good god you need to stop getting into trouble! Do you need an ambulance?

Frank heard the hellhound howling first, later Scott’s hushing before they opened the door, their tired face looking at him with an unamused scowl, “What happened this time…?”

*he shifted his weight onto his other foot*
Frank: just a scuffle is all.

*Copper waddled his fat little ass over to Frank, still howling at him, before Scott swatted their hand near his head, not close enough to hit him however.* “Shut up, Copper.”

*They rolled their eyes, raising an eyebrow as they spoke,* “a little scuffle, huh?” *Deadpanning, they looked up and down at his condition.*

*he casually covered the gunshot wound in his thigh with his hand*
Frank: yeah.

*Scott sighed, rubbing their face with one hand, then pulling him closer to support his weight,* “Oh, and let me guess, they started it?”

*he seemed guilty*
Frank: how'd you know?

“Scotty-senses.” *An obviously play on the “Spidy-senses,” even if it’s probably not used correctly.*

*Chester, Scott’s “adopted” kid, peeked into the room. All Frank knew is that his name was Chester, he was 17 when Scott adopted him, he was never officially legally adopted, and he came from a rough upbringing, though neither of the two talked about it.*

*he managed a weak smile at the kid. Though he was never a real "family guy" his weakness was kids. Even older ones.*

“Hey, Chess.” *Scott casually waved as they sat Frank down on a dining table chair.*

“Hey, Scott.” *Chester always had a quiet voice, as he walked over so that Scott could hear him.* “What happened?”

“I don’t know. At this point, I’ve just stopped asking. Can you get the First aid kit for me, please?”

“Yeah, sure.” *Chester silently walked away.*

“Thanks, Buddy.”

Frank: *softly* sorry about this-

“It’s fine.” *They ruffled his hair as they left his view for a couple moments, coming back with a glass of water.* “Here.”

*Chester quietly showed up behind Scott to give them the First aid kit. Scott didn’t hear them, so they jumped so bad when they saw him. They screamed, and it scared him, so he screamed, then he dropped the medkit, and it was a whole chaotic scene really.*

*Scott sighed looking at the trembling kid behind them, quickly putting a hand on his shoulder,* “sorry, kid, didn’t mean to scare you.” *They quickly apologized. Chester flinched at the touch at first, but he took a deep breath and relaxed right after.*

“It’s okay. I’ll try to not sneak up on you.”

*Scott nodded and picked up the First aid kit.* (Also the urge to call the first aid kit a medkit-)

Esteban: "frank you good? what happened?

Frank: *he clutched his side tightly and stared at you through double black eyes* Oh yeah, I'm just swell. Got into a scuffle-

spring:"jeez frank are you alright?!" *she pulled him inside*

Frank: *he clutched his side tightly and stared at you through double black eyes* Oh yeah, I'm just swell.

*she leads him to a couch* "you gotta stop getting into these fights, you're gonna get yourself killed"

Frank: *he huffed, crossing his arms* They started it.

"you always use that excuse" *she grabbed her medkit and started to tend to his wounds*

*his side was bruised beyond hell (whacked with baseball bat), A nasty gash marred his temple (pocketknife), needless to say bro was struggling*
Frank: Well they did-!

*she cleaned off the blood on his temple before warping a gauze around his head*
"I don't wanna hear it right now" *she pulled out some painkillers pills* "here take some"

*he took them*
Frank: ....sorry.

*she sighed and rolled up his sleeve*
"its fine..." *she put an ice pack on the bruised part before securing it*

Frank: thanks for.... Helping me.

"you're welcome" *she checked his body again to make sure there weren't any more injuries*

*Chris elbows frank in the ribs*
Frank: ow! Uh- nothing.

"alright whatever" *she shrugs before walking closer* "so the plan is simple, we break into his mansion from the back, we threaten his family and him. then we can choose if we spare him or not"

(..)

*a few minutes later, he calls from the other room*
Frank: ...he said no.

"really? well call him again and specify that we are gonna kill some people " *she takes a large sip of her coffee*

*another long pause*
Frank: he said yes.

"ok good, tell him to get to my house while I go get ready" *she heads upstairs*

*Time skip, he talked with Christian in the living room while they waited for you*

(its fine)
*she comes downstairs with hair done and wearing a plate carrier* "alright are you guys ready?"

*they both just stared for a moment*
Frank:... Uh huh

"what with that look? Is my hair still messed up?"

Frank: *blushing A bit* no! Er- not at all

"then why did you guys stare at me like that?"

(.)

(Oops so.sorry!)

*he held it against the wound for a moment then uncapped it and took a drink*
Frank: My trusty pistol.

"good good, so who did you make so angry that they made 3 people jump you?"

*softly*
Frank: ....I scammed a mafia boss.

"you f**king what?!!" *her eyes widen and she stands up* "I thought you were stupid but not that stupid!"

Frank: hey! He fell for it!!

"well guess what! he's not too happy about it!" *she runs her hand through her hair* "wait which mob boss did you scam?"

*casually says most dangerous one-*

"oh we are so so f**ked!" *she takes a deep breath* "welp I can only see two ways we get out of this, its either we pay him a stupid amount of money or we just kill him"

*he takes out his phone, going to contacts*
Frank: uhhh.... Huh. Im calling Christan.
*yes. If u know Christian dean, great. But hes apparently bffs with chris, who's a psychopath =)*

"alright sounds good, while you do that I'm gonna get my coffee" *she walks towards the kitchen*

*He's fine, just bruises and cuts- oh. Nope. There's a gunshot wound in his thigh*

"jeez... frank who were the people you were fighting?" *she checked if the bullet was still stuck inside his thigh*

*there was no exit point, but it missed the artery*
Frank: uhhh.... Dunno.

"the f**k you mean you don't know?!" *she grabbed her tweezers and pull out the remains of the bullet*

*He grunted in pain*
Frank: they jumped me, okay?? I couldn't see them in time.

*she carefully stitched up his wound before putting the bullet to the side*
"well I'm surprised that they didnt kill you"

*smirk*
Frank: they tried to.

"well at least you killed them, right?"

*proud nod*

"That's really good" *she handed him a water bottle* "how did you kill them?"