The only fantasies that really matter [Semiclosed]
Characters: Franky, Jim Hawkins (Message me if you want in)
Location: Shop room
Time: Backdated to not long after the Nexus
Content: A man's got to know when to move on.
Format: Prose.
Warnings: Sads.
The biggest indicator of what was coming was the fact that Franky had been quiet. It was normal for the big guy to lock himself in his workroom for days at a time, making something or another, but even the rare glimpses of him in through the halls, he'd seemed focused, less in his boisterous mood and more intent on destination. There hadn't been an impromptu breaking out in dance for quite some time, just a quiet bounce of rhythm whenever he was thinking hard.
He didn't exactly plan on keeping it a secret, as he dismantled the last of the designs, burned the last of the blueprints he wasn't taking with him. He just didn't plan on telling anyone who didn't ask.
Everyone had better things to think about, anyway. Himself included.
Location: Shop room
Time: Backdated to not long after the Nexus
Content: A man's got to know when to move on.
Format: Prose.
Warnings: Sads.
The biggest indicator of what was coming was the fact that Franky had been quiet. It was normal for the big guy to lock himself in his workroom for days at a time, making something or another, but even the rare glimpses of him in through the halls, he'd seemed focused, less in his boisterous mood and more intent on destination. There hadn't been an impromptu breaking out in dance for quite some time, just a quiet bounce of rhythm whenever he was thinking hard.
He didn't exactly plan on keeping it a secret, as he dismantled the last of the designs, burned the last of the blueprints he wasn't taking with him. He just didn't plan on telling anyone who didn't ask.
Everyone had better things to think about, anyway. Himself included.