[Frank displays his frustration with Danny during his trial.]
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The small survivor gripped the rusted hook as it pierced through her back and chest, her letting out a scream that could wake the dead. Frank took a step back out of breath, seething. She had ran him for quite some time, two generators being complete in the process.
The survivor looked straight out of a Barbie movie, pink and glitter making up most of her attire, down to her very long manicured nails. Frank watched as she swung, continuing to hold onto the hook. Though her exspression was filled with pain, she settled on a smug look, knowing she wasted much of Franks time.
Grunting, Frank spun on his heels, scanning the dry and desolate realm. The realm was unbearably hot and the tips of Franks hair were wet with sweat. Agitated, Frank pulled back his hood, wiping the back of his neck with it. Frank suddenly paused, rolling his eyes slightly, feeling Dannys eyes on the back of his head.
“She’s fucking good, OK? Good and fast…” Frank said, turning around to look at Danny who stood a few feet away.
Frank waited impatiently for Danny to respond.
“She’s gotta go…I’m guarding.” Frank finally said, wiping the palms of his hands on his jeans.
Danny didn’t have to speak for Frank to know he dissapoved, Dannys presence heavy.
“If you prioritize her, you will lose the others.” Danny said quietly.
Frank turned his head to glance at the survivor who swayed on the hook briefly before retuning to face Danny again. Frank knew Danny was right and he flexed his fingers around the handle to his blade. Though the Entity seemed pleased with Franks progress, he knew it would not be enough to continue to just get a single sacrifice or maybe two – he had to improve everything.
Frank suddenly saw movement behind a large hedge, and sprinted in it’s direction, leaving the hooked survivor. Danny remained still as he watched Frank run past him, crossing his arms.
As Frank approached the hedge, a survivor went sprinting from its cover, him being bare chested and large. Frank groaned, recognizing this survivor as the one to injure his side from the wooden pallet.
“You…” Frank mumbled before taking off after him.
Frank was aware that the Entity allowed survivors advantages at times, It’s way of keeping Killers on their feet, Frank liked to beleive. The survivor was not very fast and nearly crashed into the bar from his constant turning around.
The survivor stared hard at Frank after he rounded the saloon bar table, his hands balled into a fist. Immediately Frank launched himself over the table, throwing the survivor off guard sending him crashing into the shelving lined with bottles, them falling to the floor.
The survivor let out a pained groan before turning on his heels, heading for the door. Franks adrenaline was sky high as he chased after him, blinking away the sweat that stung his eyes. Frank was gaining, his hand getting ready to swing. Frank then realized he should be inserting here, not slashing and waited until the survivor was drained of energy before inserting his blade into thr fleshy part of the survivors lower back, sending him flailing forward while attempting to cover his wound.
Frank struggled to remain still and allow the survivor to run ahead, hoping he’d seek aid. Danny then stepped out from the cover of small shed into Franks view.
“Don’t wait too long, you should be following his trail now.” Danny said calmly.
Frank rolled his eyes, still bothered by Dannys words from earlier.
“I would be if you weren’t talking to me right now.” Frank said, more bitter than he wanted. He turned to follow the blood trail left by the injured survivor, his jaw clenched.
“Hey what’s your problem, huh?” Danny said after him, Frank blatantly ignoring.
Frank followed the trail until it led to a locker, shaking his head with a grin at how easy it was to track him. Frank went to open the locker and found himself being harshly pushed back, throwing him off balance. Franks hands flew up into the air as he came crashing down on his back, it slamming into the edge of the cement stairs which led into the saloon.
Frank cursed as he reached for the back of his shoulder, rubbing it. With a growl, Frank scrambled to his hands and feet, pushing off the ground into a full sprint after the survivor. The survivor turned to eye Frank, letting out a yelp at Franks speed. Just before Frank had reached the survivor, the survivor went crashing to the floor, he had lost too much blood.
“Royal pain in my ass, you are…” Frank mumbled as he approached the downed survivor. Frank briefly looked in both directions for signs of lurking survivors before bending down to hoist the survivor over his shoulder.
Frank grunted from the pain as the full weight of the survivor pressed against his injured shoulder, and Frank struggled to carry him to a hook. Frank gritted his teeth as the survivor flailed wildly, forcing Frank to sometimes take a couple steps back.
Frank exhaled as he finally reached a hook, throwing the survivor against it. Frank raised his head to the sky as the familiar dark appendages of the Entity took what was theirs.
Frank placed a shaky hand against a nearby fence leaning on it to catch his breath, adrenaline coursing through his body.
Frank lifted his mask to allow his face to breathe, only to be met with a warm breeze. After lifting his shirt to wipe his face, Frank lowered his mask back over his face, turning to see Danny standing in front of him now.
Frank eyed Danny, greatful his exspression was hidden. They both stared at eachother for what seemed like minutes before Danny finally spoke.
“Very good, but I you need to ge-” Frank cut him off.
“I know, I need two! You sound like a god damn broken record, so fucking annoying!” Frank barked, marching past Danny. But before he passed completely, Danny grabbed his wrist, this time Frank yanking his arm away.
“Don’t…dont touch me…” Frank said quietly, aware he was far passed being emotional but he couldn’t help it. Danny remained still as he watched Frank continue to storm off towards the direction of a wooden house.
Get it together, man…
Frank shook his head fiercely and cracked his neck before lowering himself to the ground, slowing his breath. Frank heard another generator go off in the distance, realizing he hadn’t been keeping track. Franks eyes darted to his right, a flash of pink in his peripheral. He turned slowly as he remained crouched low, his eyes settling on the survivor from earlier, she herself being crouched low with her back towards Frank.
She was peeking inside the saloon from a window and Frank began to quietly crouch walk towards her direction. Frank wet his lips as he squeezed his blades handle as an attempt to steady his trembling hand, stalking her like a cat to a mouse.
Quiet…
Just as the survivor went to turn her head, Frank lunged at her back grabbing her shirt. She screamed as he yanked her back, her turning to swat at his face with her bag surprisingly landing a solid blow, shifting Franks mask to the side revealing half of his face.
Frank continue to grip her shirt awkwardly in his hand, his vision being obscured from his off-set mask. She swiped at his face again with her hand, her long nails digging into his cheek creating a three mark slash. Frank hissed, this only making him more agitated and he finally was able to insert his blade into her side, her head flailing back in agony.
The survivor crumpled to the floor, immediately attempting to crawl away.
Frank lifted his fingertips to his cheek to pull away blood, forgetting he too also bled. Frank then briskly walked up to the downed survivor, her pink blouse turning red. Frank recognized she was bleeding heavily and knew he’d have to get her to a hook immediately. He grabbed her by the foot and she kicked at his hand, screaming for help.
Like many times before, Frank placed his sneaker onto the survivors ankle, pressing down allowing himself time to think what he wanted to do next.
“What are you waiting for? Do you know four generators are completed and the final is about to be any second now?” Danny said behind Frank, his arms crossed.
Frank stared ahead unblinking as his foot remained pressed on the survivor, his heart racing. The final generator went off and already one of the gates loud alarms could be heard going off.
The survivor below began to slow her sad attempts at crawling away as she clawed at the dirt, her pained cries turning into low whimpers.
“Frank…” Danny said but Frank did not respond.
Franks eyes slowly fell to the survivor below, already knowing he would allow himself to kill her.
“Hook her, Frank.” Dannys voice a bit louder.
Frank suddenly bent down and stabbed the survivor in her calf, her back arching violently from the pain. The survivors scream was unlike anything Frank could remember hearing and he pulled on her leg, bringing her closer to him.
“Frank, I told you two tonight. Don’t test me.” Dannys familiar authoritve tone that not too long ago would have had Frank listening, but tonight was different.
With all the energy the survivor could muster, she turned around on her back shielding her face with her arms. Frank savagely stabbed her in her forearm, her immediately dropping them and falling to her back. The survivors head rolled back and forth after falling on her back, blood trickling down her cheek from her mouth.
Franks skin buzzed with extacy as he observed her, not being able to recall the last time he killed by his own hand.
“Frank, if you do this you will regret it. I will make this worse for you.” Dannys voice, cold.
Frank paused briefly, hovering over the dying survivor. Frank realized he didn’t care – that he wanted to piss off Danny, realizing how easily he got under Franks skin. Out of desire but mostly spite, Frank lifted his blade high in the air with both hands before slamming it down into the survivors sternum, blood splashing his mask and neck. Frank Inhaled before raising his blade high again, stabbing the survivor in her abdomen, her head involuntarily lifting and bobbing slightly, before her eyes fluttered shut, her head thumping quietly back down on the hot dirt, dead.
Franks breathing was terribly loud as he rose to his feet turning slowly to face Danny. Frank knew the others had escaped and turned to walk into the saloon, feeling Dannys eyes on the back of his head.
Frank busted through the doors while rounding the bar, walking up to select a bottle of liquor that hadn’t been knocked down yet. Frank removed his mask completely tossing it on the bar table before popping the cap of the glass bottle with his blade.
Frank placed the bottles tip to his lips while throwing his head back, taking a long swig. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before placing his knife on the table, glaring at Danny as he walked into the saloon.
“What the hell is your problem?” Danny asked, his arms loose at his sides.
Frank continue to stare at Danny angrily, him being slightly hunched forward.
“My problem? What’s my fucking problem? You should ask yourself that one, not me.” Frank said, his cheek and neck bloody.
Danny scoffed, shaking his head.
“I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and say this illogical emotion of yours is due to your failure tonight. I hope the kill was worth it, you’ve jeopardized how I look to the Entity.” Danny said flatly.
“Oh fuck you and the Entity.” Frank immediately regretting it.
Danny took a step forward, leaning his head in.
“What did you just say?” Danny whispered.
Frank swallowed as he continue to stare at Danny angrily.
“I said fuck you…” Frank replied, his mouth dry.
Danny took another step forward before he slowly removed his cloak, folding it neatly and placing it the on a table. Danny held Franks stare as he removed his mask up over his head, placing it on top of his cloak. Frank stared hard, his eyes trailing down Dannys black shirt and pants.
“You ungreatful little brat. Do you realize no killer has gotten a second chance after they fuck up and get sent to deprivation and isolation. You think youre the only one that this has happened to?” Dannys voice was low as he took a couple more steps to the bar where Frank stood behind.
“No…no I never said that.” Frank cleared his throat, regretting his anger.
“I’m just confused, what that was in the basement? Why are you acting like no-“
“I have a job to do, Frank…” Danny hissed as he approached the bar now.
“And I grow tired of your carelessness and your disrespect.” Danny then unbuttoned the top of his shirt and rolled up the bottom of his sleeves, his eyes never leaving Franks.
Frank clenched his jaw, his eyes darting to his blade on the bar table. The silence was deafening and Frank went to grab his knife but Danny was faster and swatted it off the table sending it flying to the floor.
“You’re a fool, painfully predictable. You lie to yourself, you’re your own worst enemy, Frank.” Danny said before reaching over the bar and grabbing Frank by his jacket collar, yanking Frank over the table like a ragdoll.
Frank cursed as he felt himself getting thrown to the ground, sliding on the wooden floor. Franks injured shoulder took most of the blow and he groaned in pain, looking up to Danny as he quickly approached Frank again.
Danny was quick to bend over and reach for Franks jacket again, lifting him up by its collar and swinging Frank around sending him flying once more, his back slamming against a wall. Frank gasped for air from the blow, his anger returning.
Frank waited for Danny to approach him again, and grabbed Dannys hands as they went to grab at his jacket for a third time. Danny yanked Frank to his feet and they grappled for a moment before Frank lifted a knee to Dannys abdomen, him releasing Franks jacket. Frank scrambled over a chair as he caught a glimpse of the steel from his blade shining on the floor.
Frank dove for it, grabbing it in his hand. Swiftly, Frank rose to his feet expecting Danny to be right behind him. Frank spun around swinging, to find Danny was nowhere in sight. Frank took a few steps forward, the saloon feeling smaller than before. Franks eyes darted all around the saloon as he spoke.
“You lie to yourself too, then. You act like you’re so perfect…like you’re only here to please the Entity. Yeah, you really helped me improve my knife skills by jerking me off.” Frank said.
Suddenly Frank felt himself being shoved forward against a wall sending a framed picture crashing down to the ground, it shattering loudly.
Danny turned Frank around, grabbing his throat with both hands. Frank immediately raised his hands to Dannys forearms, one reaching to his neck, pressing the tip of his blade into Dannys flesh.
Frank lifted his chin as he eyed Danny, his cheeks flush with red. Danny held Frank by his throat tightly, but not enough to hinder his breathing.They stared at eachother for some time, neither of them moving.
Danny then squeezed his hands around Franks throat tighter, Dannys exspression stoic. Franks mouth opened slightly, gasping quietly and he dropped his blade to the floor as he continued to grip Dannys forearms. Danny watched as Franks angry exspression turned needy, Franks teeth slightly clenched.
The corners of Dannys lips lifted slightly as his eyes trailed down to Franks lips.
“I know what you are.” Danny said quietly.
Frank gazed up at him through heavily lidded eyes, swallowing.
“You don’t know me…” Frank muttered and Danny snickered before leaning in to kiss Frank aggressively. Danny continued to hold Franks neck as he pushed him even harder against the wall, Frank closing his eyes. They both breathed furiously through their noses as they locked lips, it quickly turning noisy. Frank lowered his hands to Dannys pants, frantically un-tucking Dannys shirt from under them as they continue to make out.
Danny repositioned a hand gripping Franks jaw, lifting his head up slightly as he kissed down his face and neck sloppily, Dannys lips turning red from the mingling blood on Franks skin. Frank gasped through a grin as Danny bit down gently on the side of Franks neck, Frank finally getting Dannys pants unbuttoned.
Danny pulled away slightly as he grabbed Franks waist, swinging him around to the bar, shoving him against it harshly. Frank grunted as he bunched Dannys shirt in his hands, Danny quick to plant his lips on Franks own again. Frank was burning up and he pulled his jacket off, his shoulders bending back slightly. Franks beloved jacket dropped to the floor, him being too caught up in the moment to really care.
Danny pressed his front into Franks as they continue to twist tongues, them both letting out lewd moans. Frank squinted his eyes open to look at Danny, his eyebrows furrowed. He tugged on the top of Dannys boxers, Dannys pants almost halfway down.
“C’mon, man…” Frank whispered, his cheeks bright pink.
Danny chuckled low as he pulled his back slightly to get a good look at Frank, them both glistening with sweat.
“Its crazy how determined you get when you find out you want something, you should apply that very same mindset to your trials…” Danny said, grinning.
Franks exspression turned slightly annoyed bordering on frustrated, not wanting to talk about trials at all. Frank thrusted his pelvis into Danny, his fingers tugging on Dannys boxers.
“Please shut the fuck up.” Frank said and Danny raised an eyebrow before aggressively spinning Frank around by his waist, bending him over the bar. Frank yelped as he leaned over it, his arms reaching over to grip it’s other side.
Danny felt up Franks waist and sides while simultaneously lifting his shirt to his mid back before removing his gloves completely. Dannys hands were back on Franks back and he slid them up to his shoulders, squeezing. Frank hissed through his teeth, reminded of his injury and Danny squeezed harder causing Frank to gasp from the pain.
Danny pushed his hard on against Franks bum as he slid his hands back down to Franks waist, them gliding against Franks sweat. Frank adjusted his stance as he remained bent over the bar table, his adrenaline returning to pulse throughout his body.
Danny then suddenly went still with his hands loose on Franks side. Frank raised an eyebrow, turning his head to the side, confused.
“What is it that you want, Frank.” Danny whispered and Frank groaned in frustration.
Frank turned to face forward, staring at the shelving.
“You know what I want, stop ask-” Frank let out a low whine as Danny squeezed his waist harder than ever before, digging his fingers deep into his flesh, holding it.
“No, answer the question.” Danny replied.
Frank gritted his teeth, turned on even more from Dannys aggressive behavior.
“You, obviously…” Frank said breathlessly and Danny released his vice of a grip, his hand prints left as red patches on Franks skin.
“Remember that.” Danny said smugly before pulling both Franks jeans and underwear down to his knees. Danny whistled low as he stare at Franks bum, Frank blushing fiercly. Dannys hands felt down and outwards of Franks bum, him groping it possessively.
Franks breathing was audible as Danny slipped his thumbs inbetween Franks cheeks, separating them slightly. Frank wet his lips as he continue to grip the bar table, aware at how filthy he looked. Danny brought one of his thumbs to his lips, licking it before returning his hands back to Franks bum. Danny grinned as he began to rub Franks hole briefly before inserting his thumb into Frank entirely and was rewarded with a moan.
Danny watched Frank carefully as he pulled his thumb in and out slowly, noting Frank was trying to stifle his sounds. Frank bit down on his lip, only now wondering if he could take Dannys size. Franks breath hitched as Danny then inserted two fingers, pushing in deep.
“I’ve watched you for some time, before the Entity gave me the task at improving your skills. You play the victim, but the truth is you’re spoiled and selfish.” Danny said behind Frank, Frank barely able to hear him.
Frank went to speak to defend himself with only a filthy moan slipping from his parted lips as Danny continued to insert and pull out his fingers. Danny chuckled before removing his fingers completely, gripping Franks now bright pink butt cheeks.
Franks breath steadied and found he had little desire to respond to Danny, Frank being lost to his lust. Danny slid his hands back up to Franks waist, removing one to pull out his dick which was brick hard. Frank turned to the side seeing Danny tug on himself in his peripheral, his hips swaying slightly in Dannys grasp.
Franks eyes were barely open as he turned to face front again, whining as Danny pressed his tip slightly into Franks hole. Franks forehead slowly fell to rest on the table as Danny pressed in farther, Danny exhaling loudly as he returned his hand to Franks waist, gripping Frank from both sides.
“There we go…” Danny said breathlessly as his eyes remained fixed on the filth below, Frank gripping the bar table even tighter. Danny continued to slide in slowly bringing a hand to Franks lower back, sliding it up to the back of his head, gripping his hair.
Frank failed miserably to remain quiet as Danny pushed his head down completely against the bar table, forcing Frank to turn his head to the side, his cheek flush against the table.
Franks back arched slightly as Dannys arm remained outstretched, keeping him pinned down. Danny swore under his breath as he finally slid all the way into Frank, Frank feeling every inch of him. They both remained still with only the sounds of their breathing before Danny slowly began to pull out.
Frank shifted in his stance while letting out a high pitch whine, his eyes clenched shut. Danny then removed his grip from Franks head and placed his hand gently on Franks lower back, rubbing gently and applying slight pressure.
“You’re doing well, stay with me.” Danny said, his palm pressed into Franks back.
Frank relaxed even more, allowing Danny to slowly thrust all the way back in. Danny gasped as Franks insides squeezed around his dick again, protesting the intrusion. Dannys mouth remained slightly open as strands of his dark hair fell infront of his eyes.
The mix of pain and pleasure slowly began to turn strictly into pleasure for Frank, and Frank turned his head to his other cheek, his upper half continuing to remain pressed on top of the table. Danny began to pick up his pace, jolting Frank against the table with every thrust, Frank gasping through a grin at a particular aggressive thrust by Danny. Franks shirt kept falling back down Franks back and Danny pushed it back up to his shoulder blades, feeling up his smaller frame.
Danny lifted his face up to the ceiling as he began to make elongated thrusts now, almost pulling out completely with every one. Dannys breath gradually became more labored and loud, a trickle of sweat dripping down his jawline.
Franks eyes then opened slightly, desiring to see Danny. Frank went to lift up and was immediately pushed back down on the table by Danny, his hand outstretched gripping the back of Franks neck.
“Stay still for me…” Danny said breathlessly as he lowered his gaze to Frank. Frank moaned loudly with his voice cracking occasionally from his pitch as Dannys pace showed no signs of slowing down.
“Cohcky…cocky bast-” Frank gasped as Danny pulled on Franks hair, pulling his head back. Franks lips were parted greatly as he panted loudly from the slightly uncomfortable position, his tongue finding its way partly out.
Danny continued to hold Franks head back by his hair with his hand gripping Franks hip with his other, his thrusting relentless now.
Franks moans were stuck in his throat as his eyes remained shut, him struggling to take full breaths. Saliva began to pool at the corners of Franks lips as he continued to pant, unable to speak.
Danny finally slowed his pace as to not get off too quickly and removed his hand from Franks hair, allowing Frank to lower his head. Frank heaved over the bar table, chasing his breath.
“Shit…” Frank mumbled while smiling, shaking his head. Danny hummed deep within his throat, his breathing slowing to a steady pace as he slowly continued to thrust into Frank.
Frank then reached a hand behind him, tapping Dannys thigh and Danny pulled out completely with a sigh. Frank turned around and reached around Dannys neck, pulling him in to kiss. Danny seemed shocked by the sudden display of affection, it throwing him off.
Frank pulled his head back to look into Dannys eyes before speaking.
“I want to see you.” Frank whispered.
Danny then raised his eyebrows and Frank could sense for the first time that Danny was uncomfortable. Frank laughed and pulled on Dannys ruffled shirt, while lowering himself to the filthy saloon floor. Danny held Franks waist as Frank settled on his back, Danny hovering over him now.
Franks knees were together briefly before Danny situated himself between them, their eyes locked on eachothers. Danny grinned as he lowered himself to his forearms with Frank inbetween and leaned down, planting his lips on Franks. Danny inserted his dick with ease back into Frank as they kissed greedily, pulling a moan from Franks throat.
Danny removed his lips from Franks, exhaling shakily as he bottomed out. Frank reached around to hold the back of Dannys head, his hands gripping Dannys hair. Danny eyed Frank below, squinting as he thrusted long and deep, Frank breathing heavily.
Danny suddenly lifted up a bit and reached an arm under one of Franks knees, pulling up Franks leg towards his chest. Immediately Franks back arched against the floor from the new position and he cried out in pleasure, his chest rising and falling quickly now. Danny lowered himself back onto Frank with Franks leg practically folded inbetween them both.
Danny gritted his teeth as he tried to control himself and his pace, wanting to chase his own orgasm. Danny watched as Frank struggled to remain still under him now and he brought a hand to Franks face, gripping his cheeks. Dannys fingers pressed into Franks scratches and he choked on his breath as his eyes focused on Dannys again.
Dannys breath was steady, enjoying watching Frank squirm under him from pleasure. Franks back arched again at a selfish thrust from Danny and Danny leaned down to kiss Franks lips, Frank gasping for air when Danny pulled away. Dannys hand remained pressed under Franks knee, pushing down Franks thigh, unforgiving.
Frank mumbled something, his eyes struggling to remain open and on Dannys. Danny leaned in slightly, turning his head as he continued his pace.
“What was that?” Danny asked.
Franks hands gripped Dannys sides as he spoke again.
“More, Danny…” Frank managed to say, realizing it was the first time he spoke Dannys name out loud.
Danny didn’t hesitate as he lifted himself up from Frank, tucking his hands under both Franks knees. Danny pushed Franks knees back as far as they could go and Frank howled, choking on air. Franks arms raised above his head as Danny continued to thrust his entire length as far as Franks body would allow, Franks back hurting now from rubbing against the wood floor.
Danny looked down through squinted eyes at Frank whose eyes were completely closed now, Franks voice raspy from his constant moaning. Danny reached for Franks dick which laid erect against his lower abdomen, and began to tug. Franks hands flew to his own hair, pulling at it aimlessly too far gone in his pleasure that Danny was providing him.
Danny grinned briefly, enjoying the sight of Frank before he grunted, his orgasm close. Franks voice cracked and was cut off as he gasped from his own orgasm, his cum shooting in wild strings across his own abdomen and chest. Franks high pitch moans returned and gradually quieted as his orgasm dissipated and he opened his eyes up at Danny who held his gaze.
Frank knew Danny was close and grunted quietly to each of Dannys harsh thrusts. Frank nodded slightly, urging Danny to finish inside of him. Dannys breath then hitched and he squeezed his grip on Franks upper thighs as he pushed in pelvis to bum, releasing inside of Frank. Danny allowed an obscene moan to escape from his lips as he pressed hard into Frank, thrusting a few more times before pulling himself out completely.
“Fuck…” Danny breathed, his eyes fixated below.
The saloon was silent aside from both men’s heavy breathing, Danny hovering over Frank. Frank smiled through a breath before reaching up to Dannys shirt, tugging on it. Danny lowered himself to Frank, planting multiple soft and sticky kisses on eachothers lips.
Danny then lifted up from Frank, resting back on his heels.
“God damn mess.” Danny said, already wanting to clean his hands.
Frank laughed at Dannys displeasure as he remained on his back, sleepy and relaxed from his orgasm.
Danny brought his gaze back to Franks eyes, raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms.
“You think that’s funny?” Danny asked, grinning slightly.
Frank propped himself on his elbows, his hair matted to his forehead from sweat.
“Yeah. Yeah I do.” Frank replied and Danny tilted his head before pushing Frank back down on the floor.
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