Frank Jaeger ✖ 015

[stoicism]

Who Frank Jaeger [stoicism], possible you and maybe your mother
Where Espoir, near the Church of the Roses
Style Either
Status Open

Comments

[gothsidekick]

Frank wasn't the only one who'd decided to head into the city, though - hands in her pockets and head ducked slightly against the chill of the air - Sam was heading toward it instead of away.

The cans Frank was carrying, though, didn't escape her attention as she neared him, and she couldn't help but loft both eyebrows at him in curiosity.

"Are you - you eat spam?"

She couldn't seem to decide if she was incredulous or a little bit grossed out.

[stoicism]

Frank silently regarded Sam as she looked at the can of "spam". He couldn't entirely determine what "spam" could be but from the female friend of Danny's tone, it seemed like something less than pleasant.

"Is there a problem?"

[gothsidekick]

Sam was full of all sorts of teenage angst and rebellion, and just looking the cans of Spam she could see pressed against the sides of the sacks was enough to make her inner vegetarian recoil in horror, but she wasn't rude, and she certainly wasn't ungrateful.

Judging by the way he was heading back to the Church, it was probably a grocery run, so she bit down any complaint.

"No, I just haven't seen any here. Didn't know it existed in this world, even. Do you need help carrying the bags?"

[stoicism]

Sam's preferences for things that consisted of not-meat was something Frank himself remained oblivious to. Perhaps it was lucky for Sam that the young soldier was aware of the dietary needs of humans and didn't intend to have everyone thrive on a diet of fries, gravy and hot dogs all winter - although, he did buy a few tins of Vienna sausages.

He didn't require assistance with the bags by any means but as the female friend of Danny's was offering, he felt it was in his best interest to accept. Civilians enjoyed being of use. "If you desire to assist me, I will not prevent you from doing so."

[gothsidekick]

Sam couldn't help but loft a brow at the Frank's phrasing, but didn't question it. (She was doing a of that these days -- accepting things without question, but what else was she supposed to do?)

"Sure," she answered instead, moving to try to take a couple of the bags from him and, a little awkwardly, inclining her head toward the church. "So.. you and Danny are pretty good friends, right?"

Oh, smalltalk. She'd never been good at amicable smalltalk.

[stoicism]

"We have known each other for some time."

Frank, too, was quite the bumbling fool when it came to small talk. He offers up no further information, stepping towards the churchgrounds with Sam in tow.

[gothsidekick]

"He's a good kid," she agreed, and then continued, still in an earnest attempt: "I guess that means you've been here for a while, too?"

[stoicism]

To that, Frank nods, his attention turning once more to the dark-haired girl. "I have; seven-hundred and three days, approximated," he replies, opening the gate and heaving towards the stairs. "Danny and I found ourselves as comrades some time ago, when I explained to him a means of removing bloodstains from clothing."

"You are familiar with him from your time together back in your home world, am I correct?"