He pulls up to the curb outside her apartment building with a high-pitched screech, the skull on his bumper announcing that he doesn't care to squabble the finer points of his parking job. I.e. he's blocking the steps to avoid having to feed a meter and he doesn't give a single fuck about it.
"Come on, Rocky," he gruffs, and the pair spill out onto the street as though they were a particularly cheap beer. Frank receives a few glares, though he doesn't stick around to find out if it's because his dog is off-leash, if his van is in the middle of the street, or just because he's himself. It all seems to settle out about the same in the end.
Within moments, Frank and the pit mix are stalking up her hallway, bee-lining to the door he recently fixed again. He wraps on the door in the same pattern as always, the morse code for S-A-F-E though by now he hardly expects Jessica to know it as anything but his secret bullshit knock.
"You packed?" he calls in lieu of a greeting, blowing into her apartment without waiting for any sort of answer. Rocky immediately trots in to sniff her out but gets distracted by the bottles on the floor.
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"Come on, Rocky," he gruffs, and the pair spill out onto the street as though they were a particularly cheap beer. Frank receives a few glares, though he doesn't stick around to find out if it's because his dog is off-leash, if his van is in the middle of the street, or just because he's himself. It all seems to settle out about the same in the end.
Within moments, Frank and the pit mix are stalking up her hallway, bee-lining to the door he recently fixed again. He wraps on the door in the same pattern as always, the morse code for S-A-F-E though by now he hardly expects Jessica to know it as anything but his secret bullshit knock.
"You packed?" he calls in lieu of a greeting, blowing into her apartment without waiting for any sort of answer. Rocky immediately trots in to sniff her out but gets distracted by the bottles on the floor.