#Frank:Alejandro

[sweetillusicn]

Although Frank didn’t regret spending time with Brian, he was currently regretting a few other things. Namely, his decision to leave town hall. It would be just his luck that the snow would start coming down as soon as he decided to leave. He was also starting to regret heading into the Trolley Car Cafe. But at the time, he’d had enough of the snow kicking his ass and no way of knowing that he would be stuck there. Or who he would be stuck inside with. “With the way my luck runs, it probably will.” Frank muttered, staring out the window as if he could will the snow away. What was it that his family always said about magic? You had to want it and let yourself have it. Staring intently at the snow, he began to repeat one word in his mind: stop. However, when the snow kept falling, Frank let out a breath and sat back in the chair. “I’m glad you think I look smart, but honestly, I don’t know.” He said, offering up a shrug. “I’d tell you to google it but…google doesn’t really work here.”

event starter for @sweetillusicn ft. frank and alejandro

alejandro was on his third cup of coffee, his naturally abundant energy only causing his restless legs to grow even more restless. he watched the windows as if his will-power would be the sole reason why the storm would cease. that proved to be untrue after the few minutes he could handle staying silent. “oh my god, this really can’t go on forever, though. right? like, snow stops at some point. i���ve never seen snow — way too fucking cold, honestly — but it does stop. and then people make the little snow people and do the wings in it and all that? how long does that take? you look smart enough to know, so you would know. what’s the longest it’s ever snowed?” he talked continuously, no filter between mind and mouth.