[ he wouldn't think of dodging it when he knows he deserves it, but he's eyeing max nervously all the same. ] Wait-- [ but it's too late. the second amos swings, max is lunging for him, getting a good grip on his ankle with a violent snarl despite frank's attempts at protesting. he's unflinching when he receives the blow he earned, but maybe he overestimated just how much he's been slacking around here; and how much the atmosphere on the station is affecting him overall. frank goes down hard, unable to corral max though it was clearly what he desperately wanted to do before being knocked rather efficiently unconscious. if amos and himself are ever on speaking terms again after this, he'll have to compliment his form. but for now it's night-night for franky c. ]
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