[ frank immediately packs himself into his giant truck and heads to clara's apartment, not wanting to give himself time to think or subsequently chicken out. his plan (which wasn't really a plan at all) had worked, but now he's just petrified. the second he tells her that text was about her it will tip his hand, but he'd tricked her into tipping hers. he hopes she won't be mad about that in the end. especially since none of it had been premeditated in true frank castle fucking everything up fashion.
it's just past 11 minutes dead when he's pushing through her door, heavy boots heralding his arrival characteristically. he always looks like he just wandered off a job sight, a carhartt jacket thrown over his ever-present henley and darkwash levis. he remembered to put on a beanie tonight even, it's cold out there if the tinge of red on the tip of his crooked nose and high on his cheeks is any indication. he unzips his coat and tears off his hat as he goes searching through the space for her like a man on a mission. ] Clara?
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it's just past 11 minutes dead when he's pushing through her door, heavy boots heralding his arrival characteristically. he always looks like he just wandered off a job sight, a carhartt jacket thrown over his ever-present henley and darkwash levis. he remembered to put on a beanie tonight even, it's cold out there if the tinge of red on the tip of his crooked nose and high on his cheeks is any indication. he unzips his coat and tears off his hat as he goes searching through the space for her like a man on a mission. ] Clara?