Oh Nos, I have Lost My Bikini!

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"The one with the chef's hat..." Frank repeated, her eyes narrowed at him as her brain logged that information away for later. "I can always doublecheck with Eri..."

Who may or may not be fine with Frank shagging her brother. There was some mention of that before and Frank seemed to recall it not quite going as well as she'd initially hoped. Something about "bye now."

there was something about the youngest Bellefonte in there that Frank sort of caught but she was sort of focused on the abs and junk. Then Abel was all talking about looking like he'd actually let her do the kissing thing and Frank was looking up at him before...

"Wait, never again? But it's soooooo brilliant! It's one of my bestest ideas ever! It worked," she ran her hands up and down, indicating the shirt of his he still wore. "Soooo," Frank hopped up, "I'ma just keep your shirt and cuddle it or something. Maybe make a boyfriend pillow," She grinned at Abel and did a little wiggle. Yeah, he definitely wasn't getting the shirt back.

[Abel Bellefonte]

Abel waited for her to agree because obviously she was getting what she wanted and she shouldn't do dangerous thing. He was more worried for her safety now than anything, the last thing his family needed was someone dying because they wanted to kiss someone. "You could always set up a kissing booth or something less dangerous" He said, though he wasn't exactly sure why he was giving her ideas.

"Yeah you can keep the shirt. You should I just Keep extra shirts in my bag in case you randomly lose your top from now on?" He was pretty sure he was gonna get a very long conversation from Erika about flirting with her friends. Also inviting them over and kissing them, although that kiss wasn't his fault at all. He was just being a nice person, yeah that was what the problem was.

"You don't have to cuddle my shirt, I thought I already said you were invited over whenever." He said laughing and shaking his head. Even if he had not problem with never getting his shirt back. He did not need to know what she did with in her own private time.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"A kissing booth!" Frank slapped her hand to her head. "Why didn't I think of it? It's genius!" she threw her hands out wide, then tilted her head. "Though I wonder if I should be charging for the kisses," her eyes narrowed, "or offering to pay for them. That does sound a bit like buying affection..."

But she was starting to get that close. Frank didn't quite vocalize that thought, making it one of the few that fluttered through her head without being dumped down the trapdoor that led to her mouth. She did tilt her head back to Abel as he talked about keeping the shirt. "You shouldn't," she said, before pointing, "because then we wouldn't get to see that magnificent six pack," Frank nodded, "and it must be shown."

Frank was already rolling her eyes. "Oh, Abel, Abel, Abel," she sighed and looked at him with a sort of sad expression. "You really need to watch more cartoons,' she leaned over, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and then started scampering away. "I'ma see you around laaaaaater!" She called, while already heading off and away from him.