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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]

Comments

[never_very_good]

Sounds like a plan.

[Hey, there are worse ways to deal. Considering his track record turning people, Frankie's relieved to have someone who won't spend the next decade hating him, or mutilate themselves to mutate the virus until they need to be put down.]

I'm all right-- got a few more stops to make, anyway. I'll head out, if you're okay..?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy nods at Frankie]

Harry's close. He'll take care of me. Thank you and be careful.