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I'm maybe amusing myself way too much with this fic. Maybe.
Frank's not going to admit Mikey had a point about Frank's being too busy to really help Gerard out with the Hamster Room, even if Mikey was right.
“...so that's what happened,” Frank says, feeding the hamster perched on his knee another sunflower seed.
It's the dark-furred one with the chaotic fur that seems to be more nocturnal than the other hamsters. It definitely doesn't seem to enjoy being awake in the mornings like the others do, wobbling around on unsteady, stubby legs whenever Frank's around that early.
Frank's too tired to do much more than watch the hamsters rolling around in their balls while Gerard gets the walls ready to paint in the Hamster Room. The hamster on his knee didn't seem to be all that into physical activity at the moment, and Frank knows the little guy won't blab whatever he tells it.
Frank pats its little head with a finger, smiling when it stands up to grab his finger in its paws. “You're not so bad, you know.”
“You're not too bad, yourself.”
Frank blinks at the hamster, and makes a face. “You're an asshole.”
Gerard drops down next to him, looking tired but happy. He stinks a little of vinegar and god knows what else from cleaning glue off the walls left behind from the wallpaper.
Frank doesn't really care because he makes a pretty comfortable pillow and Gerard's smelled worse, so.
“What's wrong, Frank?” Gerard asks, still in that high, squeaky voice he used earlier.
It doesn't work as well the second time around because the fucker's laughing too hard.
Frank elbows Gerard and shakes his head. “How do you put up with this idiot?” he asks the hamster, like he really thinks it's going to answer.
Gerard just laughs his stupid laugh while Frank pretends to ignore him. The hamster doesn't seem that impressed with either of them. Which, yeah.
ALSO. I have no idea what to name the hamsters. How do you feel about comic book superhero names? :D?
Frank's not going to admit Mikey had a point about Frank's being too busy to really help Gerard out with the Hamster Room, even if Mikey was right.
“...so that's what happened,” Frank says, feeding the hamster perched on his knee another sunflower seed.
It's the dark-furred one with the chaotic fur that seems to be more nocturnal than the other hamsters. It definitely doesn't seem to enjoy being awake in the mornings like the others do, wobbling around on unsteady, stubby legs whenever Frank's around that early.
Frank's too tired to do much more than watch the hamsters rolling around in their balls while Gerard gets the walls ready to paint in the Hamster Room. The hamster on his knee didn't seem to be all that into physical activity at the moment, and Frank knows the little guy won't blab whatever he tells it.
Frank pats its little head with a finger, smiling when it stands up to grab his finger in its paws. “You're not so bad, you know.”
“You're not too bad, yourself.”
Frank blinks at the hamster, and makes a face. “You're an asshole.”
Gerard drops down next to him, looking tired but happy. He stinks a little of vinegar and god knows what else from cleaning glue off the walls left behind from the wallpaper.
Frank doesn't really care because he makes a pretty comfortable pillow and Gerard's smelled worse, so.
“What's wrong, Frank?” Gerard asks, still in that high, squeaky voice he used earlier.
It doesn't work as well the second time around because the fucker's laughing too hard.
Frank elbows Gerard and shakes his head. “How do you put up with this idiot?” he asks the hamster, like he really thinks it's going to answer.
Gerard just laughs his stupid laugh while Frank pretends to ignore him. The hamster doesn't seem that impressed with either of them. Which, yeah.
ALSO. I have no idea what to name the hamsters. How do you feel about comic book superhero names? :D?