[Oh, Caleb is dangerous. Playing with fire because Frank was ready to surge forward again, half way there and not trying to stop him. His lips and teeth latch on a moment and linger before he has to fling himself away.]
Am I supposed to not like the sound of that?
[The pouncing. The getting caught well... Frank makes himself take a step back. And another. Finally retreating. Don't run. Don't jog. He wants to. In his heart he's already there. It doesn't take long to get to the place. It's small. Discrete. The moment he's got a key in hand he's texting Caleb. Before that texting the others. His heart is beating so loud and fast. It feels like he's sleep walking or drunk.]
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Am I supposed to not like the sound of that?
[The pouncing. The getting caught well... Frank makes himself take a step back. And another. Finally retreating. Don't run. Don't jog. He wants to. In his heart he's already there. It doesn't take long to get to the place. It's small. Discrete. The moment he's got a key in hand he's texting Caleb. Before that texting the others. His heart is beating so loud and fast. It feels like he's sleep walking or drunk.]