[ she honestly didn't think she'd see him again for awhile, but here she is, scrambling around her place tripping over herself as she puts on her boots while still standing. ]
[ he doesn't respond to that, though he has something drafted about reliability before he decides against it. god, he's a loser. the coffee maker beeps and he sets his phone down to be forgotten in the living room as he moves into the tiny kitchen to pour himself a cup and try to calm down. (frank, coffee doesn't work that way.) okay but like, shut up. he turns on the tv to some old movie marathon and doesn't pay attention to it — physically can't. he already feels like he's going to vibrate out of his skin. frank paces his two-step hallway and slams coffee while he waits for her. this is normal and totally fine. obviously. ]
<3 he's enjoying this sorry jessica messica
that is the absolute cutest name and i am here for it
sometimes i just say things that are less mean than normal
it's her legal name ok
[ oops ]
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[ shock surprise another thing he likes ]
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i think i deserve a little more credit than that
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for what it's worth. i do. give you credit.
[ probably nothing, right? she said she didn't care, but he's not sure he believes that either. ]
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you mean like you
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you wish you were like me
[ one day someone will explain how flirting works to frank castle and his reality as he knows it will collapse in on itself like a house of cards. ]
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no
goddammit frank
i meant doing you
sex, you idiot
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so we're doing this?
[ sound less enthused about it, loser. ]
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because i've been trying to get that answer out of you all night
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[ he's not used to this ball being in his court!!!! god. ]
unless you want to wait until i'm not one big bruise.
[ but he wants to see her tonight... whatever that means. he sends a third message quickly. ]
do you want to come over?
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[ and because he's all ready a bruised banana... ]
but i also don't want to accidentally kill you
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[ this is a hilarious joke, obviously. have an address of his shitty apartment. it's like maybe 20 blocks from her. ]
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[ she honestly didn't think she'd see him again for awhile, but here she is, scrambling around her place tripping over herself as she puts on her boots while still standing. ]
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omw
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[ what is he doing?? time to panic-clean and brew coffee like an actual crazy person. ]
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shouldn't be too long
[ maybe a little longer than she anticipates. she asked the cab driver to stop off real quick, so now shes currently brown bagging it on the way. ]
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[ he is freaking tf out but that's another matter entirely. ]
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[ god, there was so much build up behind this now that she... wait, was she nervous? ]
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