#frank answer

[thedarkmanor]

“What is it with you and him? I’m not even talking to Red right now so.” Elektra took the glass, immediately drinking all of the liquid in it. The burn in her throat felt nice in contrast to the soreness on her skin. “I am not hard to work with. You agree with killing terrible people and so do I. That is very frowned upon these days I cannot find a single soul that agrees with me besides you.” She admitted while holding her glass out for him to pour her some more.

"He almost got me put in jail, so he wasn't the best lawyer." Frank sighs out, not wanting to think about that whole thing again, just enjoying some of the life he had. "I think we are very different. I kill whoever I see doing something wrong in my eyes, which means the good guys."

[thedarkmanor]

“You’d have every right to, besides the longer I stay the more questions I’ll ask you. Like why do you hate me so much?” Elektra winced as he pushed her down and bit her bottom lip. The second the word whiskey came out of his mouth she perked up. “Whiskey that’s exactly what I need.” She responded while trying to get comfortable on the couch without causing herself anymore pain.

“I don’t hate you elektra just not a fan of the little devil on your shoulder.” Frank grabs out two glasses for them before grabbing out the bottle of whiskey. “But you are not too bad yourself just very hard to work with.” He walks over to the seat sitting down next to her. He puts some whiskey in the glass giving it to her.

[thedarkmanor]

“You can in fact throw me out.” Elektra pulled off her shirt to put his on as he went to his bedroom. “Do you have anything here?” She questioned him as she did her best to stand up straight and act as if she wasn’t in any kind of pain.

Frank walks out of the room with an hoodie on this time. “I won’t do that elektra.” He walks over to her gently pushing her down on the couch before going to the kitchen. “I got beer or whiskey but that’s it.”

[thedarkmanor]

“Would it be unhinged to get drinks while I’m all wounded.” She replied, pointing to her bloody shirt. Elektra felt bad for ruining the guys night but she knew he probably didn’t have any plans. “My place isn’t safe right now so I’m just going to keep throwing out ideas.”

Frank takes off his shirt placing it on her lap before standing up from the chair going turns his bedroom. “Well I guess I can’t throw you out.” He goes to the dresser taking out a shirt. “But if you want drinks we can get drinks.”

[thedarkmanor]

“I could use a night out for som drinks.” She agreed to his idea and loosened her grip on his arm. “I dont believe that for a second, you’ve kept yourself safe all this time. I was impressed with the amount of gangs you took out.”

“Yeah because I’m the punisher. It’s what I do.” Frank finishes up the stitch happy with his work before grabbing a bandage and wraps it around her. “And I can barely keep myself alive.”

[thedarkmanor]

Elektra noticed his smile and her cheeks heated up, turning a light shade of pink. She cleared her throat and looked down at the threading to try and hide her face. “How would you prefer we meet up than Frank?” She questioned him as she gripped his forearm, nails almost digging into the skin. “Is that your way of asking me to stay so you can keep me safe.”

”I don’t know? Get drinks like normal people do.” Frank was almost done with the stitches knowing that it was going to leave a nasty scar behind. “I don’t get anyone safe. So you are better off somewhere else.”

[thedarkmanor]

“You seem shy about getting thanked. You don’t have to be so humble about it.” Elektra teased the man to get her mind off the searing pain. She did her best to not dig her nails into his skin as the needle threaded thru her. “I promise I’ll leave right after I don’t want to bother you too much.” She was doing her best to stay still.

“I’m a very humble guy.” Frank smiles a bit but it didn’t last long. He wasn’t the type of person to have the biggest smile on his face it took away the fear that he had put into people. “So you can get hurt again and come running back to me? We can’t keep meeting like this.”

[thedarkmanor]

“If I leave marks I apologize in advance.” Elektra wondered for a second if she should reveal that the swords she was sliced up with had poison in them. The alcohol was probably helping disinfect the wound and letting the poison wash out but she didn’t want to bother the man further. Her skin felt like it was going to fall of completely. Purple marks started to surround the wound as she looked down at it. “Thanks for helping, without this I’d probably be dead so.” She shrugged trying to act nonchalant as her hand reached for his forearm.

”Just don’t make me stitch myself up.” Frank wouldn’t care if she just cut right now. She needed help and he was going to help her that’s what he was train to do. He grabs out an needle and thread getting it ready before he leans closer to her not wanting to mess anything up. “It’s nothing elektra.” He shrugs before starting to stitch the wound.