Forgive My Lying Eyes @Franky

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Standing in front of the door of Franky’s home - the same place that she had spent many days and nights, Mini wasn’t sure she had ever felt so afraid. Mini knew that Franky had every reason to be upset with her, and that was what scared her so much. Mini wasn’t sure what she would do if she lost Franky, especially with her and Liv on the outs and Grace dead, twisted text messages aside. Franky was her best friend, and had been the one constant in Mini’s life - until Mini had to go mess it up by going to Australia with her dad, after that night.

But Franky couldn’t hate her, no matter how upset she was. Or at least, this is what Mini told herself, as it was the only thing that had gotten her here. She and Franky would talk, Mini would buy them froyo, and they’d make up. Or at least start taking steps towards making up. These were the things Mini kept telling herself as she straightened her shoulders and knocked on the door. That, and: Come on McGuinness, don’t be a twat.It’s Franky, for fuck’s sake. She’s your best mate.

Franky had been alone for all weekend. Just after the rave had happened and her dads were still on holiday. Leaving her alone with a few check ups from the neighbors, she was doing fine. No mishaps. No struggles. Franky waited at the stairs chewing at her nails listening for Mini to come. All her memories were coming back to her. Being spliffed up and drunk. Telling her she cared. Kissing her lips. Franky rubbed her eyes and stared down at her shoes. She couldn’t hold onto a mistake. That’s what it was. A fucking mistake that went nowhere… absolutely nowhere.

A knock sounded at the door and she stared at the shadowed figure behind the glass. It was her, she could see it was her. Franky sniffed and rubbed her eyes. How could she tell her everything that happened… how? The drugs.. the… well, Luke and Matty now. Everyone on the outs and Franky shutting herself down. After a minute and another knock, Franky stood up and passed by the mirror in the hall. She still looked worn and tired, but that was her own fault. No sleep and being a fucking idiot. She opened the door and stared at Mini’s shoes. She didn’t want her to look at her eyes. “Hi.” She stared flatly and opened the door all the way to step out. She didn’t want Mini to see what the house looked like. How spotless and clean it was. How her room was nothing but blank walls and stripped of her personality. “Let’s go then.” Franky walked down the steps past Mini and kept her head down, hands in her pockets, and held her breath. 

When Franky opened the door, she didn’t even meet Mini’s eyes. The blonde paused momentarily, wanting to say something, but there wasn’t anything she could say. She’d lost that right after she’d left Bristol. Instead, she found herself watching as Franky kept her head down, and walked past Mini, almost as if she was a stranger. It hurt the taller girl more than she would’ve thought, and it took Mini a moment or two to compose herself before she followed Franky. They walked side by side, but it felt awkward and strange, without Franky’s hand intertwined with hers or their arms linked together. And Mini didn’t have the sense tro try either of those things, and instead she said the only things she could think of to say.

"Franky" Mini began quietly, not sure if she was still able to use Franks outside of text message. Mini wasn’t sure of much in her relationship with anymore, and she absolutely hated it. Which is why she had to fix this, as soon as possible. "I’m sorry." Sorry. Not soz, not an attempt to avoid the word altogether. Sorry. The word was strange to Mini’s lips, but it had to be said. Before Mini could say, or do anything else, she had to apologize. Franky deserved that, and so much more - and Mini intended to give it all to her, but first, she had to apologize.

Her skin chilled up and she felt uncomfortable. Their usual routine of holding hands or keeping together didn’t happen. Franky’s own fault. She didn’t want Mini to see what she had become while she was gone. “Franky.” She swallowed and continued to walk. Franky hadn’t even looked at her once.. even if she wanted to. She missed seeing her blonde hair swish around with her fingers intertwined in it. She missed her freckles and the sounds of her bracelets clacking together when she clapped in excitement. “I’m sorry.” Franky stopped walking and turned on her heel to face Mini. It took all her will power to not avert her eyes and meet Mini’s. Once they met, she stared keeping her lip connected to her teeth. “It’s not your fault. No one’s fault.” She studied her face, seeing that it was a genuine apology. If what Mini said was right, then it was more miscommunication than anything. Even the messages she had sent never really sent. She wanted to break down right there and tell her everything, but she was terrified. 

Franky was actually terrified that she’d lose her again because of her faults and things she did while Mini was gone. “I-I get it, okay? I get it.” Franky looked down finally and kicked the concrete around her feet. “You left for a bit, no contact, it’s fine. I didn’t know. Things are that way sometimes.” She stared at Mini’s shoes and tried to keep her eyes focused and not teary. “It was a mistake, everything and it’s fine. Okay? I’m not mad at you… just disappointed with what happened.” 

"Babes, it was my fault" the words left Mini’s mouth before she could stop them, and she could feel a faint brush rising to her freckled cheeks. Mini wasn’t sure if, like Franks, she still had the right to call Franky babes. And admitting to screwing up wasn’t something Mini did often, even when she was in the wrong. But it was different, it was Franky, and when the smaller girl lifted her head up, Mini swallowed. She’d missed Franky’s face, she’d missed Franky. But all too quickly Franky was staring at their geet again, and Mini felt awful all over again.

"Franky" Mini said softly, reaching out to tilt Franky’s head up once more, before she pulled back suddenly. She wasn’t supposed to do that anymore. She let her hand drop slowly before speaking again, her clanking bangles making the only sound. "I shouldn’t have gone. Without telling you, I mean. Even if-" Mini swallowed, hating that the next word was so hard to get out "dad said I didn’t have time. You’re my best mate.” She glanced down at the bracelets on her wrist, the ones that seemed slightly looser now. For once, Mini couldn’t bring herself to meet Franky’s eyes, even if the girl did look up again. Even with Franky, Mini hated vunerability, and she couldn’t let her eyes show that, even if her words were already doing so.

Franky felt Mini’s hand lift her chin up and she knew she’d lose it right there. Mini stepped back. Thank god. Franky was on the verge of falling to the ground and holding her legs to her chest tightly. “I shouldn’t have gone. Without telling you, I mean. Even if-” Franky looked down, assuming she’d say something about that night. “Dad said I didn’t have time. You’re my best mate.” She swallowed at the words. Were they even mates anymore? Even after what happened? Was that possible? She sniffed. The last thing she wanted was Mini to blame herself for going off with her father. It was what she always wanted, even if Franky had warned her. They were in the same rut. No father, no mother and completely alone. 

"I said it’s okay. I understand." Franky stared, the girls were so far apart she felt absolutely uncomfortable being this far away. "A lot happened when you were gone… I-I lost it." She looked down at her hands. How could she admit this to her? To Mini.. to her best mate? Or former best mate. Her heart was starting to pound extra hard and suddenly she didn’t feel so hungry for frozen yogurt. "I fucked up… I fucked up really bad Mini… a-and I don’t know what’s next for me." She walked closer. She wanted to hug her.. kiss her cheek, or do something. She missed holding her hand and her voice telling her she would be okay. Franky was an absolute mess without Mini around. Without her family. Without her friends. She didn’t want to admit that the only thing keeping her sane and stable at the moment… was Matty. 

Hearing that things had been going so badly, that she felt so awful, so lost, made Mini’s heart sink to the bottom of her chest. A small part of her had been hoping that Franky was doing okay when she was off in Australia, and hearing that she wasn’t made her feel even worse. At the very least, Mini wanted to hug Franky and tell her that she’d be okay, that they’d work everything out together. But she wasn’t sure if she could hug Franky anymore, not after what had happened.

Mini bit her lip, willing herself to keep the tears at bay. Franky had seen her at some of her lowest points, but Mini still hated people seeing her as anything less than strong, even Franky. But everything had gone to shit, and Mini had needed Franky, and vice versa, but Mini hadn’t been there. “I’m here now, babes. Suppose I should’ve been here sooner, but..” She trailed off, wondering if she’d ever be able to fix things. Fix herself, fix Franky, fix their relationship. Mini watched Franky walk closer, and the blonde found herself wanting to hold the smaller girl close once more. But she didn’t, opting instead to reach for Franky’s hand. Mini didn’t know if she could work any of this out, but she wanted to try.

Mini being here now didn’t bring all the bad memories out of play. It wasn’t her fault, sure her dad did what they had expected but they couldn’t imagine much out of it. It was just nice to see her again. There was no need to tell her about Matty or Nick; same story, different day. She wasn’t even sure if she should continue on about what had happened while she was gone. It was dead and over with and Franky needed to get past it by herself. She reached out and grabbed Mini’s hand. Warm and fitting into hers nicely. She squeezed slightly and moved closer for any type of embrace. She missed her more than anything and it was a terrible feeling to have lost her for that period of time. 

"Just… you’re right. You’re here now. A-And, forget what happened to me. It’s not important now. I just… I missed you and it’s my fault for going out of control." Franky let her thumb graze over Mini’s hand while she looked down. "We just need to talk about you… what happened? With your dad… with… with us?" Franky was desperate for some answers. Anything would do. Mini could say she was off her head at the time and she’d accept it. 

Mini didn’t know how to answer either of Franky’s questions. She didn’t want to tell Franky that her dad had all but disowned her when he found out that she was bisexual, because Mini was still dealing with it herself. As for what happened between her and Franky - well, that was something else. Franky would probably be freaked out to discover that Mini had been thinking about kissing Franky, touching Franky, since their first year of college. Even before Twelfth Night. Mini didn’t regret the night, just the day after, but she didn’t want to think about what would happen if Franky didn’t feel the same way.

She stiffened, trying to appreciate the feeling of Franky’s hand intertwined with her own, because she had missed that feeling. But with thoughts of that night and the day after, thoughts of Australia and her dad running through her mind, Mini was finding it hard to appreciate anything right now. “Dad kind of…fucked me over again” she closed her eyes, willing the tears away, before opening them and giving Franky a small smile “You were probably expecting that, weren’t you?” She didn’t want to sound bitter, but Franky knew Mini’s history with Gregory - as much as the blonde had told her, at least - and she probably had been expecting it to happen. Deep down, Mini wondered if she had been too.

Franky looked down at their hands laced together. She knew it. She really knew her dad would do it, but she wouldn’t make Mini feel that way. “You were probably expecting that, weren’t you?” She looked at her with a small sigh. Why the fake smile? Franky wished Mini just took her mask off for one moment… maybe it was because they weren’t alone at the moment. Like, really alone. “It’s okay…” She wanted to offer some comfort, it was all she could do really. “Going on a walk was a mistake.” Franky nodded to herself.

"We can go back to mine, we didn’t even go that far anyway. I-I just want you to feel more comfortable and.. well." Franky half shrugged. She knew how hard it was to break down Mini’s walls, even harder to break down her own. But if they were alone, things could maybe be easier for the two to talk about what happened. Maybe Mini would take her mask off for a moment and let her guard down. 

It’s okay… Mini didn’t believe that, and she doubted Franky did either. A small part of her wanted to confess everything, from the way she felt about that night to why her dad left her, and everything inbetween. She couldn’t do it though, not now anyway. Franky was the only person Mini would ever let her walls down for, but she didn’t want to do it, not until she knew they were back to normal. And there were some things that Mini doubted she’d be able to tell Franky, even if and when they went back to normal.

"Your place sounds good" Mini nodded, wishing she was already there. She’d missed the Fitzgerald place, missed Geoff and Jeff and everything to do with Franky. Right now, nothing sounded better than going back to Franky’s and curling up on the bed, watching movies and pretending for a few moments that everything was okay. Mini glanced down at their linked hands once more, a small, genuine smile forming on her lips. "Let’s go, yeah?"

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Forgive My Lying Eyes @Franky

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Standing in front of the door of Franky’s home - the same place that she had spent many days and nights, Mini wasn’t sure she had ever felt so afraid. Mini knew that Franky had every reason to be upset with her, and that was what scared her so much. Mini wasn’t sure what she would do if she lost Franky, especially with her and Liv on the outs and Grace dead, twisted text messages aside. Franky was her best friend, and had been the one constant in Mini’s life - until Mini had to go mess it up by going to Australia with her dad, after that night.

But Franky couldn’t hate her, no matter how upset she was. Or at least, this is what Mini told herself, as it was the only thing that had gotten her here. She and Franky would talk, Mini would buy them froyo, and they’d make up. Or at least start taking steps towards making up. These were the things Mini kept telling herself as she straightened her shoulders and knocked on the door. That, and: Come on McGuinness, don’t be a twat.It’s Franky, for fuck’s sake. She’s your best mate.

Franky had been alone for all weekend. Just after the rave had happened and her dads were still on holiday. Leaving her alone with a few check ups from the neighbors, she was doing fine. No mishaps. No struggles. Franky waited at the stairs chewing at her nails listening for Mini to come. All her memories were coming back to her. Being spliffed up and drunk. Telling her she cared. Kissing her lips. Franky rubbed her eyes and stared down at her shoes. She couldn’t hold onto a mistake. That’s what it was. A fucking mistake that went nowhere… absolutely nowhere.

A knock sounded at the door and she stared at the shadowed figure behind the glass. It was her, she could see it was her. Franky sniffed and rubbed her eyes. How could she tell her everything that happened… how? The drugs.. the… well, Luke and Matty now. Everyone on the outs and Franky shutting herself down. After a minute and another knock, Franky stood up and passed by the mirror in the hall. She still looked worn and tired, but that was her own fault. No sleep and being a fucking idiot. She opened the door and stared at Mini’s shoes. She didn’t want her to look at her eyes. “Hi.” She stared flatly and opened the door all the way to step out. She didn’t want Mini to see what the house looked like. How spotless and clean it was. How her room was nothing but blank walls and stripped of her personality. “Let’s go then.” Franky walked down the steps past Mini and kept her head down, hands in her pockets, and held her breath. 

When Franky opened the door, she didn’t even meet Mini’s eyes. The blonde paused momentarily, wanting to say something, but there wasn’t anything she could say. She’d lost that right after she’d left Bristol. Instead, she found herself watching as Franky kept her head down, and walked past Mini, almost as if she was a stranger. It hurt the taller girl more than she would’ve thought, and it took Mini a moment or two to compose herself before she followed Franky. They walked side by side, but it felt awkward and strange, without Franky’s hand intertwined with hers or their arms linked together. And Mini didn’t have the sense tro try either of those things, and instead she said the only things she could think of to say.

"Franky" Mini began quietly, not sure if she was still able to use Franks outside of text message. Mini wasn’t sure of much in her relationship with anymore, and she absolutely hated it. Which is why she had to fix this, as soon as possible. "I’m sorry." Sorry. Not soz, not an attempt to avoid the word altogether. Sorry. The word was strange to Mini’s lips, but it had to be said. Before Mini could say, or do anything else, she had to apologize. Franky deserved that, and so much more - and Mini intended to give it all to her, but first, she had to apologize.

Her skin chilled up and she felt uncomfortable. Their usual routine of holding hands or keeping together didn’t happen. Franky’s own fault. She didn’t want Mini to see what she had become while she was gone. “Franky.” She swallowed and continued to walk. Franky hadn’t even looked at her once.. even if she wanted to. She missed seeing her blonde hair swish around with her fingers intertwined in it. She missed her freckles and the sounds of her bracelets clacking together when she clapped in excitement. “I’m sorry.” Franky stopped walking and turned on her heel to face Mini. It took all her will power to not avert her eyes and meet Mini’s. Once they met, she stared keeping her lip connected to her teeth. “It’s not your fault. No one’s fault.” She studied her face, seeing that it was a genuine apology. If what Mini said was right, then it was more miscommunication than anything. Even the messages she had sent never really sent. She wanted to break down right there and tell her everything, but she was terrified. 

Franky was actually terrified that she’d lose her again because of her faults and things she did while Mini was gone. “I-I get it, okay? I get it.” Franky looked down finally and kicked the concrete around her feet. “You left for a bit, no contact, it’s fine. I didn’t know. Things are that way sometimes.” She stared at Mini’s shoes and tried to keep her eyes focused and not teary. “It was a mistake, everything and it’s fine. Okay? I’m not mad at you… just disappointed with what happened.” 

"Babes, it was my fault" the words left Mini’s mouth before she could stop them, and she could feel a faint brush rising to her freckled cheeks. Mini wasn’t sure if, like Franks, she still had the right to call Franky babes. And admitting to screwing up wasn’t something Mini did often, even when she was in the wrong. But it was different, it was Franky, and when the smaller girl lifted her head up, Mini swallowed. She’d missed Franky’s face, she’d missed Franky. But all too quickly Franky was staring at their geet again, and Mini felt awful all over again.

"Franky" Mini said softly, reaching out to tilt Franky’s head up once more, before she pulled back suddenly. She wasn’t supposed to do that anymore. She let her hand drop slowly before speaking again, her clanking bangles making the only sound. "I shouldn’t have gone. Without telling you, I mean. Even if-" Mini swallowed, hating that the next word was so hard to get out "dad said I didn’t have time. You’re my best mate.” She glanced down at the bracelets on her wrist, the ones that seemed slightly looser now. For once, Mini couldn’t bring herself to meet Franky’s eyes, even if the girl did look up again. Even with Franky, Mini hated vunerability, and she couldn’t let her eyes show that, even if her words were already doing so.

Franky felt Mini’s hand lift her chin up and she knew she’d lose it right there. Mini stepped back. Thank god. Franky was on the verge of falling to the ground and holding her legs to her chest tightly. “I shouldn’t have gone. Without telling you, I mean. Even if-” Franky looked down, assuming she’d say something about that night. “Dad said I didn’t have time. You’re my best mate.” She swallowed at the words. Were they even mates anymore? Even after what happened? Was that possible? She sniffed. The last thing she wanted was Mini to blame herself for going off with her father. It was what she always wanted, even if Franky had warned her. They were in the same rut. No father, no mother and completely alone. 

"I said it’s okay. I understand." Franky stared, the girls were so far apart she felt absolutely uncomfortable being this far away. "A lot happened when you were gone… I-I lost it." She looked down at her hands. How could she admit this to her? To Mini.. to her best mate? Or former best mate. Her heart was starting to pound extra hard and suddenly she didn’t feel so hungry for frozen yogurt. "I fucked up… I fucked up really bad Mini… a-and I don’t know what’s next for me." She walked closer. She wanted to hug her.. kiss her cheek, or do something. She missed holding her hand and her voice telling her she would be okay. Franky was an absolute mess without Mini around. Without her family. Without her friends. She didn’t want to admit that the only thing keeping her sane and stable at the moment… was Matty. 

Hearing that things had been going so badly, that she felt so awful, so lost, made Mini’s heart sink to the bottom of her chest. A small part of her had been hoping that Franky was doing okay when she was off in Australia, and hearing that she wasn’t made her feel even worse. At the very least, Mini wanted to hug Franky and tell her that she’d be okay, that they’d work everything out together. But she wasn’t sure if she could hug Franky anymore, not after what had happened.

Mini bit her lip, willing herself to keep the tears at bay. Franky had seen her at some of her lowest points, but Mini still hated people seeing her as anything less than strong, even Franky. But everything had gone to shit, and Mini had needed Franky, and vice versa, but Mini hadn’t been there. “I’m here now, babes. Suppose I should’ve been here sooner, but..” She trailed off, wondering if she’d ever be able to fix things. Fix herself, fix Franky, fix their relationship. Mini watched Franky walk closer, and the blonde found herself wanting to hold the smaller girl close once more. But she didn’t, opting instead to reach for Franky’s hand. Mini didn’t know if she could work any of this out, but she wanted to try.

Mini being here now didn’t bring all the bad memories out of play. It wasn’t her fault, sure her dad did what they had expected but they couldn’t imagine much out of it. It was just nice to see her again. There was no need to tell her about Matty or Nick; same story, different day. She wasn’t even sure if she should continue on about what had happened while she was gone. It was dead and over with and Franky needed to get past it by herself. She reached out and grabbed Mini’s hand. Warm and fitting into hers nicely. She squeezed slightly and moved closer for any type of embrace. She missed her more than anything and it was a terrible feeling to have lost her for that period of time. 

"Just… you’re right. You’re here now. A-And, forget what happened to me. It’s not important now. I just… I missed you and it’s my fault for going out of control." Franky let her thumb graze over Mini’s hand while she looked down. "We just need to talk about you… what happened? With your dad… with… with us?" Franky was desperate for some answers. Anything would do. Mini could say she was off her head at the time and she’d accept it. 

Mini didn’t know how to answer either of Franky’s questions. She didn’t want to tell Franky that her dad had all but disowned her when he found out that she was bisexual, because Mini was still dealing with it herself. As for what happened between her and Franky - well, that was something else. Franky would probably be freaked out to discover that Mini had been thinking about kissing Franky, touching Franky, since their first year of college. Even before Twelfth Night. Mini didn’t regret the night, just the day after, but she didn’t want to think about what would happen if Franky didn’t feel the same way.

She stiffened, trying to appreciate the feeling of Franky’s hand intertwined with her own, because she had missed that feeling. But with thoughts of that night and the day after, thoughts of Australia and her dad running through her mind, Mini was finding it hard to appreciate anything right now. “Dad kind of…fucked me over again” she closed her eyes, willing the tears away, before opening them and giving Franky a small smile “You were probably expecting that, weren’t you?” She didn’t want to sound bitter, but Franky knew Mini’s history with Gregory - as much as the blonde had told her, at least - and she probably had been expecting it to happen. Deep down, Mini wondered if she had been too.

ooc post;

so real life sucks and so does having no muse, but i’m the worst, and i have very little excuse for not being on the past two months, except, that yeah, real life is the worst & so is school & so is having absolutely no inspiration to roleplay.

but i am back, officially, so yeah, if you’re interested in doing anything with mini, send me a message in my askbox, b/c i need to start working my girl back into this roleplay again.

apologies and lots of love, mini’s roleplayer xx

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Mirage of Memory @Mini

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Grace had learnt the way to Mini’s place long before she’d even gotten back from the trip with her dad. The harder part was getting herself there. It was easy enough to see why Mini reacted in such short snappy replies, labeling the whole thing as one twisted prank someone conjured up just for some nasty fun. If she reacted like that, how would she react to knowing she was alive? It wouldn’t just be a melt-away of her anger into sudden positivity and radiating happiness. 

The walk up the small hill to her place was a bit of a labor on her legs and it hurt in her calves and thighs in a dull sort of way but she shrugged it off, the distance wasn’t far. Instead she focused on what to expect behind the door when it was knocked. Would Shelley answer it? Was she even still living with Shelley? The only other noise was the slight elevation on her Oxford’s clipping on the pavement.

Reaching the front step she took a deep breath and raised on hesitant hand to gently rap against the door before it quickly withdrew and folded up into the other hand that was loosely dangled by her side. It opened and Grace’s eyes momentarily flicked upwards towards the freckled face of Mini - had it been that long since she’d seen it? The blonde curls that enveloped her shoulders and fell down her back and the piercing blue eyes anyone could’ve recognized. “Mini,” Grace mumbled timidly finally meeting her gaze.

When Mini had first gotten the text from Grace’s phone - she’d never quite been able to delete the contact - she’d felt several things: hurt, anger, and disgust. If it hadn’t been bad enough that Mini had lost one of her best friends, some complete weirdo had decided it’d be funny to send Mini texts from Grace’s phone. Mini was all too aware of her rather harsh nature, but even she believed this was going way too far.

She’d invited the texter to her house solely to rip them to shreds, on the off chance they did show up. The blonde had struggled, trying to remember another time when she’d felt this disgusted, this furious. A few moments had come to my mind, but Mini didn’t think anyone had ever done something as awful as this. Except for perhaps Matty causing the crash in the first place, that summer, but that was a whole other thing. Now, Mini wanted to focus on getting back at the freak who had sent the texts in the first place.

The knock on the door jolted Mini to life, and she had stormed over to the door, heels tapping on the floor. She was glad her mother was out, because Mini wanted to deal with this weirdo alone. She swung open the door, expecting to see some scrawny kid she’d insulted once at Roundview, but she had never expected to see Grace herself. Because it just wasn’t possible, Grace was dead, David Blood had told them as much, they had been to her funeral. It couldn’t be Grace, because Grace was gone, and Mini had the heartache to prove it. She blinked several times, clutching at the door frame. Mini. The voice was familiar, the voice was Grace’s, but that couldn’t be right

"Gracie?"

Anonymous asked: what is ur biggest pet peeve?

Freaks prying into my sex life.

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Anonymous asked: WHAT U TWO HAD SEX

What the fuck is wrong with you?

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Anonymous asked: Are you surprised Franky didn't tell anyone about what happened?

No. Don’t see why she would.

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