[SB] FRANCK, SAVE US: FRANK'S BORED!

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Three knocks sounded on Franck's bunk room.
"Franck!"
Three more knocks.
"Franck!"
Three more.
"Fraaaaaanck!"

And then there was the sound of Frank effectively faceplanting into the door. Then she slowly slid her way down to the floor, where she lay in a sort of haphazard fashion, arms and legs sort of sticking out at random without any real rhyme or reason. She groaned and twisted her head slightly.

It is worth noting that Frank didn't have the slightest clue if Franck was actually in his room right now. for some reason, she didn't think to use that marvelous device known as a phone. She also might have forgotten where she'd put it. Or dropped it into the pool. She couldn't quite remember.

Because there was only one thing that could fog Frank's mind worse than hunger, which actually did strike her from time to time. And that was affecting her now, warping her sense of reality into something misshapen and just awful.

"Fraaaaaanck, I'm booooooooorrrrrred!" she whined, moving to pet the door. "Come out and make me less bored! You're good at that! I was gonna play with Ellen, but I can't seem to find her anywhere. And Erika's busy actually having sex. And Elsa's busy actually having sex. And Liz is busy maybe having sex. And that's all just me guessing because I totally came to you right after I looked for Ellen for like ten whole minutes because you're my bifffle and i'm boooooooorrrrrred!"
François Laffont

[François Laffont]

Franck had to go back to his cabin. It was a silly accident. He got a stain on his shirt while eating and cleaning it as much as he wanted still didn't get rid of it entirely. It might not be much but Franck couldn’t walk around with a dirty shirt. Luckily, he had others in his cabin so he went there to change. It was when he heard a knock. “Yes?” he said at the same time he heard his name being called. He smiled, recognizing the voice. “Just give me a moment Frank,” he told her. But she did not and after the knocks he heard a loud thump that startled him. He had no idea what caused it but he hurried to the door and opened it, only to find Frank collapsed on the floor.

“Are you alright? What did you do?” he asked, looking down at her. He then worked on getting her back on her feet. Did she just punch his door or something? He might not get an answer to what caused this noise but he received an explanation as to what she was doing here. He blinked though when she said all of her friends were having sex. “And you figured I wouldn’t be in my room having sex?” Knowing Jasper, this was bound to happen sooner or later. He just knew that, at some point, he would drag him to his room because he shared it with his brother so it was easy to get him out of there without problem so he could do naughty things with his boyfriend.

He didn't want to talk about any sex he might or might not have though. Instead, he chuckled as she said once again how bored she was. “Really? How can you be bored here? They’ve thought of about anything someone might ever think of doing on a ship and made it possible. Food, pool, billiard, card games, music, dancing, sunbathing... And then it’s Mexico. Are we going to the town or they’re talking of the country?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Franck!" Frank popped upright and beamed at her friend, easily coming to her feet. "I am so alright, and I didn't do anything..." Frank paused, "well, there was the thing with the fireworks and the hold and the stuff but I don't think that really counts as something. Plus, I didn't actually do that. Mostly. Sort of." Frank paused again, then realized that Franck had talked about sex, which of course was something of a trigger for Frank.

So she sort of ignored the questions about how she shouldn't be bored, because again: sex. "What? How would you be having the smex?" Frank asked. She narrowed her eyes, bringing a finger up to point at Franck. "Did you get a lovah and not tell your biffle? Oh, oh," her eyes widened and she waved her hands excitedly in the air, "did you hire a hooker!? Is there a gay giggle-o in there?" Frank leaned forward, attempting to stick her head over Franck's shoulder.

"I wanna see your Mexican boy toy! Do you think they come in girl-liking versions? 'cuz I haven't had any in, like, a while. I figured I'd pick something up in Mexico, but I might have Ellen and she can totally harsh my vibe and omigod!" Frank ducked low now to peer into the room. "You have to show me your hot Hispanic hooker!"

[François Laffont]

That was Frank Cox for you. She just rams into your door, falls down to the floor defeated but is right back on her feet, all ready to hug you, the moment she sees you. Of course, Franck had no idea she actually banged her head against his door but it sure would not surprise him had someone told him she did. Instead of telling him that however she mentioned a great deal of other stuff at such a speed that Franck stared at her with an expression torn between amusement and incomprehension as he absolutely understood nothing of what she just said.

When she questioned him about his sex life however, that bit he heard well. He chuckled, feeling bad a little for keeping it from her. Just a little. Of course, before he could even say anything, she was already assuming he brought in someone. He closed his bedroom door as she tried to peek in. “Frank, I promise you, there’s no one there,” he told her but in such a state, he doubted she’d listen. Really, it was a miracle if by now Franck had not become a sparkling tornado of randomness. You’d figure with all the time she spent with her that this effect would not be permanent.

The close might be close but she could still try to barge in and he didn’t want that, even if there was nothing to see. “I’m afraid he isn’t very Hispanic,” he let out. Why on earth she’d think that François Laffont of all people would get a hooker? Even by Frank Cox standards it was forgetting about who you were talking to. “But he does have a twin brother,” he added in an attempt to joke. He chuckled but it was only to hide the mild embarrassment he had for Frank to finding out like that. “I’m sorry if I didn’t mention it earlier. I guess I...” But he couldn’t end this. I guess I knew how you’d react sounded too insulting for him.

One thing for sure, Frank no longer seemed bored. But considering why it was so, Franck almost wished she was.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank let out an "aww" and pouted as Franck closed his door, lifting her head up back up to meet her friend's eyes. To likely the shock of everyone, Frank remained mostly quiet, though admittedly bobbing up and down, as Franck admitted that he wasn't Hispanic. Her eyes went wider and she seemed to start vibrating, but she was quiet, waiting, hanging on every word.

"Twins?" she had to blurt, practically letting out a squee... then she practically screamed, hopping up and down. "YOU'RE DOING THE CIRCUS BROTHERS?" Frank let out another wild cry that someone likely recorded for a Spring Break video, hopping up and down a few more times and turning in a circle.

"That's awesome!" she said, nodding. "oh, oh, oh, is it the ghost one or the hot sexy vampire one! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease say you're banging the hot sexy vampire one, because that's, like, a fanfiction dream! Plus, c'mon," Frank threw an arm around Franck, leaning in a conspiratorial way, "vampire sex. Just think of all the glittery splooge."

[François Laffont]

Frank might be quiet, in appearance, and this would please everyone knowing her usual nature and had long given up on her being calm. But this appearance of calm was just on the outside as Franck could feel everything that was bubbling up on the inside. To him, she was not calm at all and it was this big difference between what she felt and what she looked like that made him fear the worst.

The shriek that came out of her! Franck even felt like covering his ears. This was why he didn’t want to tell her. In fact, this was about the smallest thing he expected her to do about it. “I’m dating a circus brother, not both of them,” he corrected her, trying to keep her still. Sadly for him, this sudden outburst just got him even more into Frank’s mood and even if he’d never manage to get as hyper as she was, he started to feel restless. Soon, he might jump her in grinning and hopping.

He was at a loss as to what she was saying but that didn’t stop him from finding it positively amusing. “I don’t know. Who is the ghost and who is the vampire?” He was not even referring to them as ghost boys so it was hard for him to know who was what here. Plus he was trying to decipher Frank’s mind here, no one can succeed at that. He laughed at the tone she used. “Glittery splooge? On second thought, don’t explain,” he let out. It was probably better that way. He’ll certainly be scarred for life otherwise. “You were talking about being bored...” he preferred to say, hoping to change the subject on something else than his sex life.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Yeah, but, like," Frank leaned in again, 'do you know you're only dating the one? Like, you sure they haven't pulled some kinda switch on you and you ended up accidentally sleeping with one or---" Frank paused, realizing that she hadn't actually asked about that yet and that Franck hadn't exactly started sharing. Yes, that definitely felt like details that Frank should be knowing.

Fortunately for Franck, he did what always works: distracted Frank. "You mean it's not obvious? Casper's the ghost, you know," Frank sang out the next bit: "Casper the friendly ghost, he's the friendliest ghost to ever ghost or something."

Frank nodded, then shifted and rolled her fingers: "And Jasper's the vampire. Like the one in Twilight. You know, the moody one," Frank paused again, "who was in the Cullen family," another pause, "and wasn't Edward."

Another pause. "Yeah, glittery, because vampires sparkle and so when they," she was already gesturing toward her crotch when Franck again interrupted her, distracting her with another line of conversation: "Well, obviously I'm not any more!" Frank grabbed Franck. "We gotta go get drinks and talk about boys! You gotta spill all the details! Especially about splooge, 'cuz we're totally on that now."

[François Laffont]

Franck smiled at the way Frank said it. He knew some people might have a hard time recognizing Casper from Jasper. Even he could have some difficulty at times. That didn’t mean he was seeing both. Despite whatever rumour flying on his account being involved with the two of them, he was only seeing one. “Yes, Frank, I am sure. I’m dating Jasper,” he told her. Obviously she knew them although saying a name might not help her know which one he was referring to. He did look at her with bigger eyes at the mention of sleeping with him but he supposed it was implied. Especially if one knew the twins. Still, he intended to keep the details of his sex life to himself, especially the one part where he once got them both.

Oh, so Casper was the ghost because of his name. He should have thought of that. “Oh right. Sorry, I didn’t think of it that way, I thought one had more a ghost-like personality while the other was a vampire. I guess I’m dating the vampire then,” he said although he failed to see many resemblances between the two Jaspers.

He really shouldn’t have asked. Really, really, shouldn’t have. “No Frank, we’re not,” he said. Or, at least, he was not into splooge. Still, he doubted it was glittery. Great, now he’ll think about it next time! Frank was way too over the top. And, of course, she had to grab Franck. Despite some disgust for the topic she brought up, he was smiling, already feeling a little light-headed. “I’m up for drinks though. And you can tell me how come you haven’t got your hands on someone. Your stable guy isn’t around?” Too bad Franck didn’t really know the man’s face, they could have invited him. Then someone else might share the embarrassment Frank was surely to put them through.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"But how can you really, really, ever be sure?" Frank asked, her eyebrows bouncing. "If I were you, I'd totally be tapping into that twin action. You should be having twice as much sex after all, to make up for the fact that I'm still not getting any."

Perfect logic, as far as Frank was aware. now that someone had finally popped Franck's cherry (because apparently everyone was a virgin from Frank meeting them till now or something along those lines), every single one of Frank's friends had already had sex, while she was still dry.

"Duh, though I only ran into them that one time when we were in the show and one of them was making the other a ghost-vampire or something and you really should think about the splooge, especially since there's probably a lot of it when there are two guys," Frank paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing. "You know, I never really thought about the logistics and---oh, drinks sounds good! I can't, like, actually drink though," Frank turned her grab of Franck into pushing him toward the juice bar. "Well, I could, but, like, nothing happens, which kinda sucks and I don't know what happened to the stable guy. He kinda just poofed. Seems like the moment I'm all interested in a boy they gotta go poof and go off into the wild blue yonder or something. Really sucks. Now," Frank threw her arm around Franck (all the better to drag him toward the juice bar, "you're supposed to be telling me about your glittery vampire circus lovah."

[François Laffont]

Franck laughed, shaking his head. He shouldn’t be expecting more from Frank. She had to question just how certain he was. “You forget that I’m an empath. Maybe it’s not as awesome as a telepath but I can still read through their feelings and Casper obviously doesn’t want me as much,” he pointed out. Really, this was about the only way Franck found to efficiently tell them apart. Because they looked a lot alike. They were more than twins, they were clones. “Twice the sex, sure, and also three times the amount of lust and pleasure,” he pointed out although he wasn’t sure Frank would understand. “I’ve got enough of one. I’d have to be a rabbit to be more horny than he is.” He didn’t quite like that term, horny, but he didn’t really know what other to use for Frank to get it.

Franck was disgusted for good now. “Frank, please!” Obviously, his friend forgot who she was speaking to. Franck had no desire to start talking splooge. He didn't want to discuss if it was glittery or the quantity of it when two guys were doing it or anything else related to that matter. The idea of drinks came at just the right moment because he knew she could have kept going forever otherwise. Speaking logistics, as she said, was not something he was interested to do. “I think I can? But I doubt the staff will let any of us do. Besides, I don’t think it would be that good of an idea to get anything strong,” he pointed out with a chuckle. He really dank only once and made a fool of himself. He had no desire to repeat it, especially not with Frank next because something crazy was bound to happen then.

He followed her in direction of the juice bar. It was a far better choice... provided she was not blurting out anything about splooge for everyone to hear. “Then we need to go man hunting for you,” he replied. The words were soon followed by an energetic nod that would not be weird from Frank but on her male counterpart it wasn’t as usual. Anything not to talk too much of his relationship.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, I'd just assume that they were both super horny and wanted to sploog over your hot gay self," Frank replied airily. She'd probably also forgotten Franck's ability (she seemed to do that from time to time, forget things about her friends. Usually stuff like powers and being French and gay and other nonessential tidbits. Just stuff like that).

"All the sex," Frank said, adding another giggle. She soon turned it into something of a sigh. All the sex, and there Frank was, still not getting any. "We really need some kind of manwhore that all us hotties can turn to for this sort of thing. It's a shame, really."

They were already heading toward the drinks place, which of course Frank knew the direction of (she knew the locations of all the fun spots on the boat, though she still struggled with things like "bathrooms"). "I don't think the staff really care as much. I totally saw some of them getting their drink on and they're here to have fun and stuff too," yep, juice bar. "When did we decide to do the juice bar? Oh well, I like juice better and----waaaaait," Frank turned to her friend, her eyes narrowing, her hands going up to point, "you're totally supposed to be dishing about glittery vampire splooge. You really didn't think I'd forget that, did you?" She poked Franck in the side, smiling all the while.

[François Laffont]

“They are. Super horny, I mean,” he said, adding the last bit real quick before she thought anything else. Jasper even more than his brother it would seem. Then again, he sense the same desire in Casper, maybe less when it came to him, but it was still there. Casper appeared better at controlling it. You’d think it would make Franck prefer him but no. He liked him, of course, but the attraction was more for Jasper. He had no problem having him push him around to get the naughty side of him out. Obviously, as if his friendship with Frank had not shown it enough already, Franck was the submissive kind. He still had a limit though and this conversation was toeing it.

“It’s the Spring Break, I’m sure there is someone here ready to have a bit of fun with everyone who wants it... Maybe you can even get a member of the crew,” he suggested. Frank really seemed sad about the fact she had no action. Franck was fine with not having a lot but he could relate to the need of having someone, because he felt it for a while. It was hard to see your friends with someone and notice you are still alone. No matter how happy you were for them, you still wished you had someone too. Passing his arm around her shoulders, he dragged her closer to him. “You still have me. I can’t give you all the sex but I’m ready to give you everything else.” If he were straight, no doubt everyone would expect them to be a couple.

Franck didn’t see the point to remind Frank the staff members were adults, they could drink. It was probably not a good thing to drink while working but they were on a cruise ship. There was an entire crew there also to provide safety, making them a little useless right now. “Me too, I...” but Franck could not explain why he preferred the juice bar as well because, sadly, Frank recalled at this moment that they should talk of sex and whatever happen when you do it. He was slightly embarrassed as others could have heard her. “Actually, I did,” he admitted before ordering something. “Can we talk of something else. Even sex if you want, just not that. You’re probably a better expert than me on both subjects anyway.”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Yeah, Spring Break..." Frank said in a sort of dreamy manner, letting out a sigh and staring off into the middle distance. "Not quite sure why I did the whole sighing and looking thing," she admitted about three seconds later, only to giggle and roll her eyes, looking back to Franck. She threw an arm around him. "It's alright, really. I'll just find a hot Mexican boytoy to play with. I'm pretty and rich," Frank leaned forward, "and most guys think with their lower brain."

And she nodded a few more times before giving her friend another squeeze. "But you know all about that, right?" Frank nodded and gave Franck a few more elbows, clicking her tongue to add the obviously necessary side effects. She then altered her grip once more, still moving them toward the juice bar: their eventual destination after all.

"Aww, but I wanna hear about vampire splooge! I don't think I've ever gotten one of those. I bet it's all glittery and stuff," Frank bounced her brows a few more times, then giggled. "It's cool if you don't wanna talk about it though. We can always talk about other stuff. Liiiiike,' Frank tapped her fingers to her chin for a bit, then snapped her fingers, "do you think that you could survive if you dove off the side of the ship? 'cuz I'm thinking that sounds like a lotta fun..."

[François Laffont]

Franck paused to admire the look Frank gave at the mention of Spring Break. It was rather amusing, to be honest. Everything about Frank was entertaining. “Have you been watching ship movies before coming here?” Last time, she sang to him the whole Frozen movie over and over, he didn’t think it was that unlikely that she had been watching Titanic or reruns of The Love Boat before coming here. Nothing was very unlikely with Frank, yet it always remained surprising. No doubt everyone in the school would have become depressed without her around.

“Yeah, I’m not sure how much I like thinking only with my lower brain but if that’s what you want, I’m sure there are some cute crew members who wouldn’t be against it either,” he said. Franck wasn’t really into throwing her at the first cute guy and if he saw her doing it, he might feel an urge to prevent that from happening but he didn’t want to spoil any of her fun. Now that he realised what he had been missing all this time, he sort of understood why she might want some so badly.

Having Frank hold onto him so much had Franck lose some of his inhibitions. That didn’t mean he was ready to talk of sex without any embarrassment but he was ready to make a fool of himself and just have fun, including in ways he might not have done without her around. “Lower brains? Yeah, I still think with my upper one more but Jasper sure forgets he has another one a lot,” he admitted. “You know, I think I should start wearing a shirt saying that I’m gay when we’re together. For all we know, people think we’re a couple and that’s why you don’t get any loving. They think you already get all of it from me.”

He shrugged, not really sorry he didn’t have anything interesting to tell her about vampire splooge. “It’s just regular splooge Frank. He’s not a real vampire. He didn’t bit me, see,” he said, showing her his neck so she could look at it through every angle possible for any bite marks. “Besides, wasn’t Jasper like, with a girl vampire?” Frank was ready not to talk about this however but her other topic of choice was not all that much better. “Yeah, I don’t know. I wouldn’t try, personally,” he told her as he looked at what would be a side of the ship.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank rolled her eyes. "Well, you're different, obviously. I'm not sure if it's because you're French or because of your power or you're just that kind of special or anything. But I mean, like," she gestured, spreading her fingers wide and moving in a sort of clockwise fashion, indicating most of the ship, "most guys are totally into that. At least I think they are. They used to be," she narrowed her eyes, "maybe that's why I'm not--"

But she paused, mostly because Franck had continued and she wanted to hear what he had to see. This didn't stop her from humming a little to herself under her breath or twisting to keep looking at both Franck and most of the ship around them, but she was paying him full attention. As Franck had probably gotten used to this sort of behavior by now, it really didn't need that much explaining.

"Oh c'mon! Everyone totally knows that you're, like, for dudes only!" Frank insisted, waving her hands at her best friend. "Plus, like, we're obviously best friends, though I would totally do my best friend if he could handle it, buuut," Frank was turning, about to bring up the splooge again, but instead she ended up smiling as Franck did it for her.

The mention of bite marks just had her rolling her eyes. "Well, duh, he's not going to bite you until he's sure it's going to be serious and all. or he might not at all, because he might not want to condemn you to a horrible existence in between the living and the dead, and what if I totally wore some padding or used a board or something?"

Frank was already leaning that way, while still walking forward of course. She couldn't quite remember what direction she was going, but she did sort of move forward and still look over the side of the ship at the same time (because talent, that's why)