❝ there you are. i was getting worried. ❞
@resplendnt || Joey & Frank || prompted.
" Worried? "
Frank sounds amused, light-hearted despite the way he's panting behind his mask. He stands up tall, however, a haphazardly stuffed and quickly zipped up backpack held in his left hand. It's been packed to bulging, boxes and bags and whatever else Frank could stash into it pressing against the seams in an attempt to spill out, ruining all his hard work of breaking-and-entering, theft, and resisting arrest. Places were getting wise to their antics, but where many would see an issue... Frank just saw it as an opportunity. An opportunity to get the Legion known. People would remember them. Know of them. Fear them. Frank would make sure of it.
" It'd take more than a shitty alarm and some overpaid pig to catch me, man. I was on the basketball team, remember? " He could outrun some dumbass cop, no problem. Especially when he had the Legion's reputation on the line. Frank takes a moment to crouch then, sliding the backpack in front of him and unzipping it to show off their stolen goods.
He takes a pause then. Mask upturns to look up at Joey. He told the guy to run, told him where to go if things went south. Frank would be the distraction if something came up.
" Don't worry about me. I don't have any plans to get caught. I got you guys to look after. "
