Okay, I'm caving.
I was resisting because wow, do I not need more things that I'm not writing right now (or more memes that I fail to respond to), but it looks like so much fun. Feel free to link me to your posts if you want prompts, too; I wasn't giving any because it didn't seem fair to give and not take. (Although feel free to do so if you're not posting! I'm
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Frank blames the whole tripping-over-the-sheets thing on his lingering hangover. It isn't until he looks at the hands that keep him from breaking his nose that he notices it.
"My fucking..."
He doesn't bother finishing the sentence because he's too busy running into the bathroom and pushing his hands all over his naked torso. It's not just the finger tattoos that are gone. It's all of them. And he's lost a little weight in his sleep. Maybe the tattoos took the weight with them.
"What the fuck," he hears from the bed. Except it sounds like his own voice. So when he looks up into the mirror and sees Mikey's face, he takes a breath and relaxes ( ... )
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