Who can face, who can face

[itsasecretmecha]

Characters: Franky, Open
Time: Evening
Location: Franky House Mk. II, by the lakefront
Content: Franky's largely better from his ordeal, but that doesn't mean he feels less like an ass
Format: Prose
Warnings: Likely swearing and speaking of unpleasant things
Notes: Franky House has been open as a place to live since the hotel exploded; anyone who wants

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[itsasecretmecha]

Linkara was one of those folks who considered himself a 'good guy,' and got himself involved in things for the sake of other people. As far as Franky was concerned, though, he only needed to look after him and his own. Yeah, he would shatter like ice before a heartwarming story, but that didn't mean he liked bothering with others when it had no effect on his people, and as far as he was concerned, Linkara needed a good long break from giving a crap about things.

Though, he still felt some niggling amount of shame, seeing the guy and his crew of samefaced buddies around so much. He wanted to do right by the kid, yet all he'd done was wear the boy out more. This little space was the best he'd managed to offer, but damn if he wouldn't let them have that.

He put on a quick grin when he saw Linkara come down the stairs. Some weird, deluded part of the kid apparently blamed himself for the whole thing, and Franky wasn't about to let his gloomy attitude mess with the kid further. "Back to full speed by now, muchacho! Can't keep a good cyborg down, y'know?" He gave a strum. "A man~ Overcoming himself~ And standing anew~" Franky did not have a very good singing voice.

[iamaman_punch]

The speedo was a given. The posing, he remembered. Linkara was not aware, however, that "full speed" for Franky now included its own soundtrack. It was...an experience. "Good to hear," he replied, resisting the urge to rub his ears or make cracks about William Hung. That was the downside of the multiverse - nobody got his jokes.

"Do you usually give private performances, or am I just special?"

[itsasecretmecha]

Be wary, Linkara: referring to an event like this as 'special' could be misinterpreted as encouragement. Franky grinned and gave another strum.

"A man's gotta let his emotions flow, by whatever means! You can't hold it back! When it just gets to be too much to bear, there's no way to better let your manliness out than in a song! You feel me bro?" Another strum. "I said do you feel me!"

[iamaman_punch]

Linkara just stared. Whatever he'd signed up for by moving in with Franky, he certainly hadn't expected it to be audience participation. "I hear you," he replied a little blankly, "but I'm not exactly sure I want to feel you."

[itsasecretmecha]

The reluctance earned Linkara a pout. "Damn killjoy." He shrugged, still plinking at the strings with less vigor. "So how are you feelin', huh Hat-bro?" He raised an eyebrow. "What degree of grumpy you got today?"

[iamaman_punch]

"Hey, don't let me rain on your parade," he shrugged. "You want music, talk to Harvey. That's his thing." Linkara raised an eyebrow at Franky's subsequent question. "Pretty low, actually." Most of that was because Franky was doing so much better, but that wasn't something Linkara figured he needed to mention. "Why?"

[itsasecretmecha]

"I never do," Franky assured. "Your ninja pal sure seemed to have fun with it, too. Your friends have way better taste than you, bro." He cracked his neck, though it sounded more like the thunking of pistons than the pop of joints from him. "You seem suuuper on edge, man. Not that I can blame you. Gotta find a way to relax."