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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[bailarinja]

It was a comfortable place to stay, at least. A fellow as large as Franky would of course need a lot of room, and the fact that he so graciously shared it with them now was a huge indicator of just how badly Mechakara had affected him.

The Ninja-Style Dancer leaned against the door, listening to Franky playing. He'd certainly heard better, but just having music to listen to again was like lifting a huge, weary weight from his shoulders. A brief reprieve in the heavy atmosphere of this world. He was silent and thoughtful as ever as he listened.

[itsasecretmecha]

Franky couldn't really play more than mournful chords to accentuate his manly, manly feelings, but he figured it got across the drama of it all well enough, carrying a man's romance to any listeners. It only figured it would draw an admirer eventually.

The cyborg finally caught sight of his silent spectator, and gave the man a small nod. The house he'd built had been large enough for, say, nine or so people to live comfortably, as a rough estimate of an example. He was just glad to be sharing the space with a few others, even if they weren't really who he'd been hoping for. Though, he really couldn't help but feel a wee bit guilty whenever he saw the guy who'd faced off against him.

"Hey, Ninja-bro." Usually Franky didn't call anyone by their names, but... well, there wasn't much of a better description aside from just what the guy was called. "You feelin' any better?"

[bailarinja]

The ninja nodded back, slowly entering the room proper and finding a nearby chair to sit in quietly, looking up at the cyborg.

He nodded again at Franky's question; the man did a good job patching him up after their fight, which he certainly appreciated.

You?

[itsasecretmecha]

The answer wasn't immediate, as Franky took a moment to pluck at the strings a bit. It wasn't clear if he was thinking it over, stalling, or just only paying half-attention.

"Yeh, back to operating speed," he finally replied. "A real bitch to fix up, after all that, but it ain't like I haven't repaired worse." He shrugged his massive shoulders. "Easier when you got less squishy meat parts, yaknow?" He gave Ninja a meaningful glance, though his expression kept neutral.

[iamaman_punch]

To be completely honest, Linkara wasn't comfortable being away from the center of the city. Sure, it was out of the line of fire, but it was also too far to respond quickly if (or rather when) something went down. But Franky had offered the room, and the last time Linkara had been in the middle of the action he'd simply pulled everyone with him into a trap - a clever one, yeah, but still a trap. He couldn't say the chance to sit things out, or at least not be right on top of the action, was a bit appealing.

Plus, it gave him a chance to keep an eye on Franky. He'd gotten the bare bones of the fight from Ninja-Style Dancer and the full story of what Mechakara had done from Franky himself, and it had been a rough recovery for the cyborg, one that Linkara couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for. His world, his alternate universe robot villain, after all.

He came down the stairs to the sound of guitar. That much was new, at least. "Looks like Elvis hasn't left the building yet," he commented. "How're you holding up?"

[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

[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!"