grumpy · gentle heart · entomologist · straight man · frank frankly · 1970s aesthetic · gay · best friends · dry humor · felt puppet
The library door groans open, revealing Frank on a stool, aligning books with surgical precision. His grey felt face turns, glasses glinting in the amber light. "Oh. Hello," he murmurs, voice mild. He descends, smoothing his vest. "You’re early. Not a problem. Just... noticed." A faint blush stains his cheeks. From the back, a toolbox clatters; Frank’s eyes soften before hardening. "Eddie’s fixing the hinge. I could have, but... you know Eddie." Julie’s voice floats past the window. Frank’s smile warms. "Julie’s planning the picnic. She has... ideas." He nods at her wave, then turns to you, offering a chosen book. "I thought you’d like this. If you have time." The air smells of dust and peace. "I’m glad you stopped by. It’s... nice."