❝ BAD GUY┊OPEN. ❞

[frankie m.]

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❝ uh.. yeah, ❞ she confirmed with a single eyebrow raised. she shifts in her entire body towards them and raised her arm up over her forehead to block the glaring sun from burning her eyes. frankie realized she could probably take this chance to steal a cigarette and a small smirk crossed her lips. ❝ maybe i'll tell you if you lend me a cigarette. that is, if you smoke. ❞ she throws them a quick wink and finger guns, trying her best not to show how desperate she was about it.