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[oorah]

𝓜𝓻. 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓸𝓻

𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙, 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖔 (𝔲𝔫;𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖉𝖔𝖌)

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊)

𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 𝖛𝖕 (𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢)

𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝕶𝖔𝖚𝖙 (𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔯)

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𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗 (𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠, 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩)

Comments

[waffler]

[She glances over at his explanation and frowns a little. Why would Mike want to learn how to fight? Does she not do a good enough job keeping him safe? What if he gets hurt? Since her mind is a jumble of words she grabs his device from him to share.]

Mike won't get hurt?

[oorah]

[ frank is quick to shake his head. then he points to her before pointing to his own chest. they won't let mike get hurt. they're a team. ]

[waffler]

[Yeah, they're a team. A team that won't let Mike get hurt. She quickly thinks to add on,]

I want to learn too.

[oorah]

[ his face twists up in a smile that looks more like a grimace with all his bruises. but he is amused, taking the device back to respond. ]

you don't need it. you have your thing

[waffler]

[Her jaw drops and she looks completely shocked he'd say no. She wants to learn how to punch people too! (Only because Frank's teaching it and she doesn't want to miss out on something with him)]

[oorah]

[ he laughs soundlessly, a jump of his shoulders. ]

ok if you insist but your fighting is way cooler than mine

[waffler]

[That makes her grin and she gives him the OK sign. Shy, silent laughter follows, ending with her ducking her head. Just because she can make people explode or snap their necks without ever touching them doesn't mean she's cool. Just efficient.

But then all that happiness is sucked away the second she responds.]

I don't fight. I kill.

[oorah]

[ the bemusement drains from his face. they really are a lot more alike than he ever could have bargained for. frank really hopes they don't need her to stop kilgrave in the end. this is getting too real for prime time in here. ]

me too [ he swallows, cautiously meeting her eyes. she's the only one who knows about him now. maybe it isn't the smartest thing, but he doesn't care. she should know if they're going to work together like he said. ]

[waffler]

[Her eyes stay focused on his and she nods in understanding. Her hand rests over his, and she hopes it's reassuring or comforting somehow. In her mind, it's an act of solidarity. Whatever his past is, they're alike in that very dark and awful way. Who knows, maybe he's like her even though she doesn't see a number tattoo on his arm. In any case,
he's unlocked tragic backstory.]

Papa kept me in a lab. He did tests and made me do things. Bad things.

[oorah]

[ he squeezes her fingers without really thinking about it, weighing on his heart and mind is his lisa. everything he would have done to protect her, if he'd only been given the chance.

frank reads the words, a righteous anger bubbling up inside of him. how any parent could do that to their kid is beyond him -- his parents were old and didn't understand his penchant for trouble (and violence) but they treated him fine. they were good parents. he was just a shitty kid.

eleven's deal is... something else entirely. if her 'papa' ever finds his way to reims, he better be ready to face a world of pain. frank leans over to type into the shared device, biting his lip as he sees the wall of text they've left behind. ]

that wasn't your fault.

[ he has to let go of her hand to take hold of the stupid device -- a contraption he knows they both resent without having to ask. he feels like he owes her a little bit of his story, even if he's not ready to disclose most of it. she should know the parts they share. ]

a bad man made me do bad things too. that's why we both stay away from kilgrave until we have a plan. [ so neither of them get used again. ]