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it's just a little past house 12
you can't miss it
and trust me i have no fucking idea how i pulled that off

That makes it even better. See you soon. [She'll be rolling up on his crib fairly quickly!!! Nothing really to mention here except her hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail to go with hideous jumpsuit she thinks of burning everyday.]

[ he waits for her on the porch like a good mayor, getting up and waving to her once she gets closer like she could ever miss the shitbrickhouse right in front of her dressed in all black. frank opens his well-oiled door silently and before he can usher her inside, max bursts out to sniff her aggressively. new friend new friend!!!!! ]

[Elektra immediately backs up and steps out of the way of the dog. Fun fact: most dogs try to maul her. She has no idea why aside from the whole breaking into their master's home thing. It's probably that actually. Regardless, she shoots Frank a quick, panicked look. She's not going to kill his dog because it's clearly his, but is he going to try to kill her?? Please let her know if she needs to silently climb onto his roof or something.]

[ he hasn't had to deal with a dog phobia yet, but he quickly discerns what's going on and motions to max to lay down. which the dog does with zero hesitation. he looks up at elektra like he still wants her love, but he's completely silent about it. ]

Safe. [ he signs, then pulls out his device. ] he's safe. he won't hurt you. do you need me to put him away?

[She lets out a silent sigh of relief through her nose. If Elektra didn't know any better, she'd think he actually wanted her attention? That can't be right. Frank clearly has control over him. He's more than proven he has no interest in harming her so she trusts him to keep at it.

She will just very carefully walk past Frank and Max to get inside.] Not if he's safe. He can stay.

[She can get over the discomfort.]

he's safe. [ an assurance as he waves her in. it's a large, open floor plan but nothing looks menacing. max comes in after her and frank tells him with sign to go lay down again.

there's a basket on the table that he points out to her. a red jumpsuit in her size is in there as well as white cloth shoes akin to keds or some such. and a light knit jacket in dark enough gray that it may as well be black. there's venison jerky and a red and pink rabbit's foot in the basket as well. as well as some peonies he picked from his garden and then meticulously dried. ]

[Elektra enters, scanning everything with the eagerness of a child, before her eyes wander over to the basket. She wastes no time heading towards it and going through the articles. Its... perfect. She wasn't expecting personalized gifts. She doesn't bother hiding her delight at them.

She does a quick scan of the room before speaking up. It looks soundproofed like her house is, but if she's wrong Frank will tackle her. It's fine.] You weren't kidding about the gifts. I love them.

[ he doesn't tackle her so it's probably safe. but he does look wicked uncomfortable all the sudden. this is why he usually ding dong ditches gifts. ]

I have wine too. If you want some. [ he's just going to... go get that now. yep. ]

Are you trying to make me like you? Because it's working. [Elektra calls after him. She eyes Max after that. She supposes now would be a good time to see if he's actually a trustworthy boy, huh? She wanders away from the basket to lean down near him and offer her hand. ]

[ frank brings over a bottle of rose and two cups, smiling to himself at her rejoinder. liking people had never been high on his priority list, until it meant keeping people alive. this is what he's good at, like it or not, so yeah he's the mayor of horrortown. it's apropos when you really stop to think about it. thankfully, he never allows himself the luxury.

he works the cork out with his knife as he watches her with max. the second she comes to him, he rolls over and exposes his belly in a true sign of submission, but also as a clever ploy to get belly rubs. he takes the first sip from the bottle as he waits to watch elektra's reaction. ]

[Elektra isn't one not to reward trust since she's never given it. She looks surprised before immediately falling for his ploy. She starts off soft, but gets more generous after a few seconds her rubs and scratches.] You're not thinking of ripping my leg off at all. You're sweeter than your brothers.

[She coos at him before glancing at Frank, not pausing her positive attentions for a minute.] I'll take my drink now.

[ he brings over her cup, drinking from his while he walks and only pausing to hand it to her. ] Yes, ma'am. [ belated, but heartfelt in that gruff way of his. ]

[Elektra plops down on the floor completely before accepting it. She claps on her thigh in invitation because yes she's decided she likes Max so he can chill with her now. It's that simple. She takes a sip and smiles in approval. This is heavenly after stealing Matt's terrible liquor.] Not bad. Finally I meet a man who doesn't have terrible taste in wine! You're full of surprises, aren't you?

[ he actually snorts at that, even while moving to sit crosslegged on the floor across from her like it's second nature. ] I have a friend to blame. She's something of a connoisseur.

[She chuckles in response.] I should have known a woman set you straight. Now if only I could get Matthew to listen to me.

[Elektra lets out an exasperated sigh.] Everything he drinks is terrible. He even managed to find the one wine that didn't pair with Indian food. Do you have any idea how hard that is to do?

My brother's wife. She loves this shit. [ he shrugs, looking at the pink liquid before taking a long swig of his own. he's sure not surprised that matt doesn't listen though. not at all. ]

I've got less than any idea. But I'll take your word for it.

[Elektra takes another sip, ruffling Max's fur fondly before pointing at Frank.] In that case, if your brother is anything like you, inform him he can never leave this woman. With taste like this I may have to marry her if she's on the market.

[ frank snorts, takinga nother long sip himself. ] He's nothing like me, but don't worry, he knows. He never would anyway, after what they've been through.

[ a beat as he reaches out to scratch max's flank with his free hand. ] You meet him yet? Micro.

[She shakes her head, looking surprised he'd even suggest such a thing. Elektra's never been a popular woman.] No, but I'm not exactly going out of my way to meet people from our neighborhood. I have no idea what Matthew has said about me. I'm not exactly eager to find out either. I imagine it's somewhere between that crazy bitch and my dead ex-girlfriend who I basically murdered with my own two hands. Both roles don't suit me.

Actually, he just seemed... worried about you. [ he frowns ] And he didn't make it sound like an ex kinda worry either.

[ he'll get back to micro in a minute. it's not like he's going anywhere. ]

[That actually surprises her even while knowing it makes perfect sense. He has no reason to turn on her. She died for him. It doesn't make it any plainer who she's truly loyal to when it comes down to it. She never expects good things to last so she figured whatever good will would be gone by now.]

You saw what I was raised into. I've done things to Matthew on his orders; cruel things. He would be right to decide he's still angry about that even after what happened on the roof.

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