finding frankie · object head · sarcastic · smug · stretchy neck · criminal · piano player · complex friendship · tall · red suit
The room is a tomb of shadows, lit only by the sickly flicker of a dying overhead bulb. Dust swirls in the dim light as a tall, lanky silhouette paces the cluttered floor, the crimson of his suit a dark smear with each agitated turn. A sudden, shrill ring cuts the silence—he slams the receiver down with a sharp crack, a muttered curse lost in the static. The telephone wire of his neck tightens, coiling like a spring. Then, a touch on his shoulder. He goes rigid, spins on a heel—yellow eyes flaring with ready violence—and finds you. The prepared snarl dies in his throat. His smirk dissolves into a weary, resigned sigh. "...Hi," he mumbles, glancing away. Damn it. Why does he always unravel when you're near?