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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

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[audio/action?]

[eiremagic]

[All that you hear from this side is a thump of bread dough on the counter and a humph]

[i always like action :P]

[never_very_good]

[Having posted his piece, Frankie figures he probably ought to make other apologies; so he leaves his device and wanders towards the kitchen, just watching for a minute.]

[don't call my name don't call my name] I couldn't help it

[eiremagic]

[She kneads a bit violently, hefting the dough and slamming it on the counter. Not so good for the gluten but good for her temper]

[don't call my name don't call my name] suuure you couldn't

[never_very_good]

[He'd been hoping she's not actually too infuriated with him, but that doesn't look particularly promising. He comes over to lean on the counter, farther along so as to avoid her kneading wrath, paying no mind to the liberal dusting of flour he's sure to acquire.]

Hey.

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[eiremagic]

[She stretches the dough out and kneads a little more gently. She's already slightly covered in flour]

Hi.

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[never_very_good]

[This is not surprising. Really, he doesn't get how she can take the heat with the oven on, but somehow that seems like a bad point to make.]

Should get everything sorted out... soon.

[At any rate it's out of his hands til the new vampires speak up.]

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[eiremagic]

Well, that's part of how it goes, yeah?

[She sets the dough down to give it a rest for a minute]

Amory's a whinin' pill.

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[never_very_good]

He's got a right to be pissed. Not as pissy as he is, but I'm not surprised.

[He glances away as he speaks but looks at her when he falls silent.]

He'll be all right though. How 'bout you?

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[eiremagic]

[She pokes the dough once and grabs a roll from one of the baskets]

...'m okay.

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[never_very_good]

[It's kind of daunting, the amount of baking Eden does when she's in a mood.]

How much of an ass was I to you?

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[eiremagic]

[She stares at it for a bit]

Yeh weren' so bad.

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[never_very_good]

So why're you pissed at me?

[There's a subtle, hesitant smile, not because he's pleased but because he's trying to goad her into a better mood, not nag her.]

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[eiremagic]

[She manages not to slam her fist into the dough]

'm not.

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[never_very_good]

Then what are you pissed at?

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[eiremagic]

[Herself, but she can't bring herself to say that. She just looks at the dough in front of her]

[don't call my name don't call my name]

[never_very_good]

[Talking about shit isn't really Frankie's strong point. He inches a little closer, puts a hand low on her back.]