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Look. I don't know how many of you there are now, I can't remember everything... but... I know I attacked people over the weekend. I wasn't-- I can't say I wasn't myself, but I wasn't who I am now. I was lost and sick and fucked up.

[Awkward pause, Frankie's not really the sort for public apologies but he probably owes one at this point...]

The important thing is-- I can fix it. If you got bit, if I did or someone I bit got you... I can fix you. Just... don't bite anyone else and let me know where I can find you.

[As he switches off, under his breath-- probably to himself, he mutters,] not too late.

[ooc; per his plot, let the vampire babby cleanup begin <3]

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[All that you hear from this side is a thump of bread dough on the counter and a humph]

[Having posted his piece, Frankie figures he probably ought to make other apologies; so he leaves his device and wanders towards the kitchen, just watching for a minute.]

[She kneads a bit violently, hefting the dough and slamming it on the counter. Not so good for the gluten but good for her temper]

[He'd been hoping she's not actually too infuriated with him, but that doesn't look particularly promising. He comes over to lean on the counter, farther along so as to avoid her kneading wrath, paying no mind to the liberal dusting of flour he's sure to acquire.]

Hey.

[She stretches the dough out and kneads a little more gently. She's already slightly covered in flour]

Hi.

[This is not surprising. Really, he doesn't get how she can take the heat with the oven on, but somehow that seems like a bad point to make.]

Should get everything sorted out... soon.

[At any rate it's out of his hands til the new vampires speak up.]

Well, that's part of how it goes, yeah?

[She sets the dough down to give it a rest for a minute]

Amory's a whinin' pill.

He's got a right to be pissed. Not as pissy as he is, but I'm not surprised.

[He glances away as he speaks but looks at her when he falls silent.]

He'll be all right though. How 'bout you?

[She pokes the dough once and grabs a roll from one of the baskets]

...'m okay.

[It's kind of daunting, the amount of baking Eden does when she's in a mood.]

How much of an ass was I to you?

[She stares at it for a bit]

Yeh weren' so bad.

So why're you pissed at me?

[There's a subtle, hesitant smile, not because he's pleased but because he's trying to goad her into a better mood, not nag her.]

[She manages not to slam her fist into the dough]

'm not.

Then what are you pissed at?

[Herself, but she can't bring herself to say that. She just looks at the dough in front of her]

[Talking about shit isn't really Frankie's strong point. He inches a little closer, puts a hand low on her back.]

[She does a half turn, so she's got her face against his shoulder, except considering how short she is, it's more against his chest]

'm glad yehr back.

Edited 2010-06-29 23:14 (UTC)

Me too.

[He presses her against him lightly.]

[Quiet squeak]

Uh, yeh may not want to check yehr voice messages.

[That gives him a moment's pause.]

What'd you do?

Yelled a lot. Called yeh names. Swore in Irish.

I didn' know where yeh were.

[Frankie just laughs at that, because well, it's not entirely surprising.]

[She looks up at him and has a slight scowl for a second, then it softens away]

I'm pissed at meself. For bein' angry at yeh.

I disappeared for two days and tried to eat three people. I think you have the right.

[He's not much madder at himself than usual, really; at least this he can fix, unlike other things he's done.]

Yeh were cursed. It's not fuckin' fair.

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