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[never_very_good]

Three days is long for one of these.

Hope you're not all here to stay.




[ooc; no other frankie daltons but otherwise, whatever, go nuts.]

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[buildabetterbomb]

[He's on the couch, plate of food on his stomach]

She's got that cheating look about her.

[never_very_good]

The fuck's that supposed to mean?

[Like the kid's not already eating them out of house and home. Sigh.]

[buildabetterbomb]

I mean last night. She had that look on her face. Like she fucked someone else.

[He doesn't seem bothered, or maybe he just thinks this is adequate revenge. Shit stirring]

[never_very_good]

[Usually, Moore, he merely dislikes you being here. Now and then you do manage to raise yourself to the level of being hated. Congratulations.]

How is that a look? And who else would she--

[Nope, he's not even dignifying that.]

[buildabetterbomb]

That guilty look. I know it because when you sho-

[PAUSE. Shit. Nevermind.]

She left you breakfast, it's on the counter.

[never_very_good]

[He just narrows his eyes, and spends a moment trying to think of something nasty to say that won't piss his wife off in the end.

He's not being the bigger man when he gives up, he's just hungry.]

Glad some's left.

[buildabetterbomb]

I didn't eat your food. This is the one she made for me.

[Because she did.]

[never_very_good]

Doesn't mean you wouldn't take both.

[given the chance. Eden seems to attract bottomless pits. Which on balance is good, since otherwise she'd drown in loaves of bread.]

[buildabetterbomb]

I don't eat your food, boyo.

[never_very_good]

[He just rolls his eyes and drops onto the other end of the couch. You're not going to ruin his day, Moore.]

[buildabetterbomb]

[He's quiet for a minute]

Do you think she wants a sprog?

[never_very_good]

A what?

[buildabetterbomb]

A kid, Frankie, keep up.

[never_very_good]

We are not having this conversation, Moore.

[buildabetterbomb]

We better, she never brought one home in Belfast.

[never_very_good]

Don't think anyone'd wanna have a kid here. Especially anyone who's got somewhere to go after.

[Well, what then? He doesn't want to know. He's thought it through enough to know he doesn't wanna think about it.]

[buildabetterbomb]

So now what? You have a sprog.

[never_very_good]

What, Dewey? He's not ours.

[buildabetterbomb]

[He looks dubious]

He lives here. He eats your food. He likes Eden. Either you've got a sprog or you're in denial.

[never_very_good]

She picks up plenty of strays. You ever meet Nathan? He sure wasn't our fucking kid.

[buildabetterbomb]

Yeah, I met Nathan, but Nathan wasn't a ten year old.

[never_very_good]

Maybe she likes having him around that way. I dunno, you'd have to ask her.

[buildabetterbomb]

Whatever, if she wants babies, don't you fucking get her pregnant.

[never_very_good]

[Jesusfuckingchrist. Frankie actually whites out for a minute there, caught somewhere in between passing out and decking Moore full force in the face. It's a small miracle that neither comes to pass.]

We are not having this fucking conversation, you shitwipe!

[buildabetterbomb]

[He does not look scared. Not even a little.]

Yeah, we are. She's not having babies, do you fucking hear me?

[never_very_good]

First off, isn't my choice, and it sure as fuck isn't yours. Second--

[He sets his plate on the table and leans forward gravely.]

Go. Fuck. Yourself.

[buildabetterbomb]

Come closer, I'll break your fucking face.

[never_very_good]

You miserable, jealous shit. Try it.

[buildabetterbomb]

You think that-

[He actually lets a punch fly, his plate going to the ground]

You were supposed to keep your fucking face here, in this shite hellhole, and leave Belfast for me, but no, you fucking show up all bleedin' and she-

[There's another punch]

Fuck you!

[never_very_good]

[Wait, are they actually doing this? Oh. Up til now Frankie figured this was just the usual bad-natured snarling that... Well, pretty much defines their relationship. But suddenly Moore's on him, all fists and wild nonsense.

He does his best to duck the second punch and throws his own, trying to get under and sock the other man in the gut. Not a noble punch but all's fair in self defense.]

What thefuck, [he wheezes.]

[buildabetterbomb]

[He slams back onto the couch, wheezing, but mostly just pissed]

Fuck you, Dalton.

[never_very_good]

[Frankie stands and steps back, not because he's nervous but because if Moore makes another move he wants the room to beat him down properly. He cares very little for the mystery of what brought all this on; he just wants it over.]

Get the fuck out.

[buildabetterbomb]

What are you going to tell her when she gets back? You know she'll come back. And you know she's not fucking stupid.

[never_very_good]

I'll tell her you fucking attacked me 'cause I wouldn't promise not to knock her up.

[buildabetterbomb]

Yeah?

Fuck you-

[But he gets up. He doesn't want to look at his face, either.]

If you think it's just about having a sprog, you don't know shite about her.

[never_very_good]

I dunno what any of this is about.

[He's furious-- he doesn't quite know why he's as angry as he is, honestly-- which means he's gone quiet.]

I know if you fucking touch me again we're both gonna regret it.

[buildabetterbomb]

Yeah? Then fucking ask her about the spell you have carved into your fucking shoulder!

[But he's storming out, because fuck you Frankie Dalton]

[never_very_good]

[The feeling's mutual, Moore.

Funny thing is, the asshole leaving doesn't actually make Frankie feel much better.]

[superboot]

What kind of message is that?

[never_very_good]

Seemed pretty clear to me.

[superboot]

Not really welcoming are you, neighbor.

[never_very_good]

Hey, that's for your sake. If it helps, if this is better for you I hope you get to stick around.

Most people have somewhere they'd rather be, that's all.

[superboot]

[Ben's got a lot of places like that.]

What's your name?

WOW so this notif got eaten somehow i am sorry T__T

[never_very_good]

Frankie. What's yours?