 Ooooooooooopen! Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
After that last mission, Frankie was hungry. Hangry, even. He was still fuming over the mission he had just been on, having had to apprehend some jerk that had the audacity to fight back. While the challenge had been welcome, the blond did not appreciate his face being messed with by the bloke. Cuts and bruises elsewhere were fine, but the face was going too far. Some people had a lot of nerve...
He was still thinking about it as he rummaged through the refrigerator. His blue eyes darting from left to right with the hope that someone had forgotten to label their food, clearly meaning that it was free for the taking (and if he got caught, well, he'd just buy whoever the food belonged to lunch, no big deal). Seeing nothing at first glance, he started moving items around. The good stuff was always hidden in the back.
Bingo! There was a container that had what looked like to be some leftover lasagna in it. Best of all, there was no label on it. So, he took the lid off, nuked it up, and started to dig in after hopping on the counter because right now sitting at a table was the last thing he wanted to do.
As he chewed, the fresh cut on his cheek broke and started bleeding a little. But pay no attention to that. Frankie certainly wasn't. It was part of the job, after all.
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