@ROTHPI ———— there’s blood in his mouth. wasn’t the first time, wouldn’t be the last. and while the nerves in his hand scream pain, pain, pain, frankie can’t help but laugh. teeth coated red and tears collecting at the corner of his eyes — it has nothing to do with sadness. it’s everything to do with unadulterated joy. “ you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me! ” the dust has settled / along with the five bodies scattered around him. ( nameless and unimportant — rival dealers of his employer. ) they’re not who he’s concerned with. no. because his eyes settle across the room on an exact pair that match his own. the owner with a gun in hand and a sixth body slumped before him. “ welcome to the shit - show, teddy. took you long enough. ”