Frank is ignoring Gerard. Really, he is. This rock is fucking fascinating, okay?
"No, Frank, I didn't mean I was bored with you, I meant don't you want someone to talk to when I'm out? Your bowl, like, doesn't it feel empty?"
"I'm fine." Frank is still facing away from Gerard, but the asshole walks around the bowl and stands there, peering in. His eyes look really huge like that, Frank thinks, and tells him so.
Gerard laughs, a startled little giggle, and backs up a bit. "I didn't mean we wouldn't be friends, I just meant, don't you want another friend? A goldfish friend?"
Oh. Um. "Only if you get me a bigger bowl," Frank says blandly. "This one would get crowded."
Gerard nods quickly. "Of course! Just, okay. Would, Frank, do you have any kind of preferences?"
"Uh, no. Just get someone who won't fucking mess with me too much, I can't deal with that shit."
Gerard looks like he doubts a polite goldfish friend is the way to go. Whatever, Frank's not rude, he just tells the truth. Seriously.
"I mean, would you want, like, someone, um, do you want babies?"
Frank is horrified. "Fuck no! I'm too young for that shit. Besides, I haven't met the right girl yet."
Gerard looks at him patiently.
"...oh. Yeah, okay, um, maybe if she's still there?"
A grin is spreading on Gerard's face. "Who?"
"Jamia. She's really fucking--really awesome." Frank's really glad Gerard doesn't know how to read the body language of fish yet, but he's horribly afraid he might learn soon. Until then, though, he won't be able to tell when Frank is embarrassed. Like now.
"What does she look like?"
Frank tries not to gush too much, but Jamia's really pretty, okay? He's pretty sure Gerard is laughing at him when he promises to try to come back with Jamia.
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Frank is ignoring Gerard. Really, he is. This rock is fucking fascinating, okay?
"No, Frank, I didn't mean I was bored with you, I meant don't you want someone to talk to when I'm out? Your bowl, like, doesn't it feel empty?"
"I'm fine." Frank is still facing away from Gerard, but the asshole walks around the bowl and stands there, peering in. His eyes look really huge like that, Frank thinks, and tells him so.
Gerard laughs, a startled little giggle, and backs up a bit. "I didn't mean we wouldn't be friends, I just meant, don't you want another friend? A goldfish friend?"
Oh. Um. "Only if you get me a bigger bowl," Frank says blandly. "This one would get crowded."
Gerard nods quickly. "Of course! Just, okay. Would, Frank, do you have any kind of preferences?"
"Uh, no. Just get someone who won't fucking mess with me too much, I can't deal with that shit."
Gerard looks like he doubts a polite goldfish friend is the way to go. Whatever, Frank's not rude, he just tells the truth. Seriously.
"I mean, would you want, like, someone, um, do you want babies?"
Frank is horrified. "Fuck no! I'm too young for that shit. Besides, I haven't met the right girl yet."
Gerard looks at him patiently.
"...oh. Yeah, okay, um, maybe if she's still there?"
A grin is spreading on Gerard's face. "Who?"
"Jamia. She's really fucking--really awesome." Frank's really glad Gerard doesn't know how to read the body language of fish yet, but he's horribly afraid he might learn soon. Until then, though, he won't be able to tell when Frank is embarrassed. Like now.
"What does she look like?"
Frank tries not to gush too much, but Jamia's really pretty, okay? He's pretty sure Gerard is laughing at him when he promises to try to come back with Jamia.