Jelly or just p-b? [ he asks brightly, like he's delighted just to have the chance to wait on her. all the sleep is shaken from his voice and what's left there instead is an unmistakable eagerness to do whatever she says right now.
frank walks out into the kitchen as he waits for her reply, the place is so small that even in her quiet voice now he'll hear her. he gives a look to the bottle still propped up against the wall. there's maybe a finger and a half in the bottom of it. he sighs and goes to make her sandwich and put on coffee. and then he's tearing through the fridge because he could have sworn he bought gatorade. ]
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frank walks out into the kitchen as he waits for her reply, the place is so small that even in her quiet voice now he'll hear her. he gives a look to the bottle still propped up against the wall. there's maybe a finger and a half in the bottom of it. he sighs and goes to make her sandwich and put on coffee. and then he's tearing through the fridge because he could have sworn he bought gatorade. ]