iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Memories will fade ⠀but just like everyone else he clings to what he has left. ⠀⠀⠀

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"I might just. Probably will have to be by ingredients again. Last time she uh... well. Pretty sure she was takin' notes from Bubbah on how to cook."

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His head would lull to look at her, " I'm usually a night person, but I don't mind knockin' myself out early so I can meet the demands of your schedule. "

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+ in memory. He hated it, but couldn't do anything more than distract himself to ease the discomfort. He could only assume she endured the same hell, one way or another. " Oh, yeah, forgot to ask. When do you need me up, boss? " +

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For once, it was something he could properly understand; scars from his youth and some from his more recent past littering his entire being. Most were hidden, but the occasional line would peak through the clothes he wore. Most remained dormant, but the more / recent / scars occasionally pulsed+

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+ himself to relax properly. " Don't mention it. You ever need more of that shit you just let me know, alright? " He'd have to make phone calls before the night was over, but he was sure he had enough in cash to at least get himself another bag. " Fuckin' flare ups are the worst. " +

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" Yeah, just haven't found the time. " Or money, but if they paychecks she offered were fat he could see that changing. An eyebrow would raise at her statement, his head bobbing in a steady nod as he breathed in the remnants that lingered in the air. He exhaled slowly before allowing +

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“i fucking wish. haven’t had that shit in forever.”

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Poking at the ground with a stick.

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"Did it help any?" He'd lift his head just enough to look at her, eyebrows raised in questioning. If it worked, he'd make sure to stock up on his weed supply sooner than later.

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Maybe he did- no. He wouldn't let go of that just yet. The smile would fade as he briefly lost himself to his thoughts, a silence lingering between the two before his train of thought cycled right back to / her /. Right, they had gotten high together for a reason.

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He lifts a hand to rub at his own ink, the colors of orange and yellow having long since faded to a more neutral hue. Even the lines done in black were beginning to fade; he'd probably have to get a touch up sooner than later unless he wanted it to decay further.

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A smile tugs at his lips, canines poking out as he tilts his head back. His eyes follow the wisps of smoke that linger in the air, clouding up the area they occupy and amplifying the high... He exhales slowly through his nose, a chuckle forming. "Thanks, got it years ago."

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+ inked himself on a whim. "Got any more? Or just the two."

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+ A sentiment he'd carry even if the ink was faded and morphed. Any ink a person got on themselves was fascinating to him, a physical reflection of their creativity painted on their skin. A window of what lied within their mind- but perhaps that was too poetic for a man who +

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+ Although not directly, he knew a handful of people who would make a similar comparison to himself; a snake. A rat. It had the corners of his mouth twitching upwards before he offered the blunt back to her. "Never thought to get somethin' like that tattooed on me, though. Bet it looks sick." +

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"Yeesh." Spoken with a smirk, he'd accept the blunt back and take a drag from the kindling bud. Another deep exhale, smoke escaping his nostrils like some sort of weird dragon; he'd huff a laugh as he thought briefly. "Can't say I don't know the feeling." +

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finding that sneaking in was more his forte than knocking. He'd adjust himself, slicking his hair back a final time and adjusting his normal attire (that was cleaner than usual) before deciding to call out into her house. "Yo, Boss?" Great introduction Frank, 10/10.

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It wasn't even an option, meaning he had to resort to more normal means. ... She'd like chocolates, right? Chocolate and Flowers. Fuck, was she allergic? Whatever. He'd find himself running his hands through his hair as he entered her apartment through his usual means, +

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( @fuckthetour.bsky.social ♥'d for V-day prompt ) Honestly, he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do. Usually he would've taken whoever he had in mind out to town, spray painted walls and cause general mischief, but with / her? / +

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+ Frank's head would tilt ever so slightly, a spark of curiosity hidden in his eyes. A part of him wondered if that too had been an act of impulse, but wouldn't assume so unless told otherwise.

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"Really?" In part, it comes as a surprise to him. Most people got a tattoo out of impulse but wouldn't get more afterwards; perhaps there was more to her than he originally thought. "Is the snake supposed to mean anything?" +

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+ in a futile attempt to clear the air before leaning back where he sat. "Y'ever get more, or just the one?"

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+ "Yeah? Looks good on ya." He'd offer the blunt back as he spoke, knowing she needed it more than he did. "Whoever did your tat did a good job. Must've hurt like a bitch to get, though." He'd let out a quiet laugh, one that would sputter into a coughing fit. He'd wave his hand in front of him +

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+ a more schooled and relaxed expression. Her words sparked memories; reminded him of times past. Sharing a blunt did just the same, but the combination of it all almost put him in a different headspace. He had to remind himself where he was just so his shoulders could relax. +

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+ would have terrible mucus later, but that was neither here nor now. He'd let the blunt dangle between his fingers, left over smoke escaping from his mouth before a smile formed. It was different, / off /, a sparkle of something sinister shining in stained canines before it settled to +

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He'd accept the blunt back when it was offered, mirroring her actions to an extent before exhaling the smoke through his nose. Unlike her, he didn't really cough, his familiarity with the substance at least allowing him to smoke without hacking a lung up. At least, not initially. He probably +

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addressing directly. He settled on looking at the guy's face for now. " I'm Frank. You gotta name, big guy? " To an outside viewer he was unnaturally casual; though, to him this was just another Tuesday.

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There were really only two options for what the other meant with their question, so he decided going with the "introduction" route would at hit two birds with one stone. The mask's view would shift from the eye on his shoulder to the other's face, not really sure / which / he should be +

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The response makes Frank pause, the tilt of his head lessening as he considers the others words. Clipped phrases left a lot up in the air, but he had worked with less before. A hand would raise to rub at his chin, thinking momentarily before deducting an appropriate response. " Frank. "

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Lewd or Pornographic-esc content will not be on tl, such topics exclusive to only DM's under very specific circumstances. This is primarily a Non-Porn centric account meant to explore the character.

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Everyone is free to interact, I won't be picky; fandom doesn't matter. Please remember that muse ≠ mun. Frank is a dickhead and will do dumb shit. If there is something that may make you uncomfortable that I feel the character would do, though, I will reach out in DM's to clear it ahead of time.

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