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[never_very_good]

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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action; ...what the hell, what happened to the rest of my last tag?! arrrgh, i'm sorry!

[adeadringer.livejournal.com]

[ she nods and starts heading to the kitchen, beckoning for frankie to follow. once there, she pulls a glass from one of the cabinets and turns back to him, setting it on the counter top. ]

Quick as in a few minutes, or an hour? [ she narrows her eyes. ] And you still haven't told me what I have to do.

action; i swear sometimes they just get eaten.

[never_very_good]

Couple minutes at most. [He's not in a hurry exactly, but he's eager to have it done; so as soon as she sets the glass out he begins, rolling up his sleeve.] Cure's in my blood, [he explains, going once again about the business of sanitizing his pocketknife, glancing up to meet her eyes before he reopens the careful cut on his forearm.] Won't take much, but I can't let you bite-- too many of you. Safer all around like this.