give me back my point of view [bxb, pafp] cause I just can't think for you

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    xx Frank Oliver Underwood


    "And just what are you implying, mm?" Frank asked with a faint smirk, taking a sip of his coffee. Frank was at least 95% sure that Nietzsche was flirting with him, or hitting on him. Frank was tempted to bite in completely and flirt right back, but he decided to be very vague about it. The last thing he needed was to start liking the German romantically, or falling in love with him or something. Frank really, really did not need that. That would complicate his life more than hiring Nietzsche ever could. In fact, Frank was sure it would be bad for both of them, because there was already tons of sexual tension threatening to complicate their friendship. In truth, Frank was just terrified of this, all this. Opening up to Nietzsche, even just revealing his favorite color was so scary to Frank, because he was just so scared of being hurt again. Frank just had to keep telling himself that Nietzsche was different, Nietzsche wouldn't hurt him like that. Frank really hoped he wouldn't. Nietzsche was probably the best thing to happen to him since buying Danzig. It jut meant he wasn't as lonely anymore, y'know?

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    xx Frank Oliver Underwood


    "Woah, woah, woah," Frank raised his hands playfully, leaning back in the booth. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. My can makes me happy. Penguins, not so much. Rain and snow, messy. But sex?" he was struggling not to laugh, keeping it hidden quite well. "One might think you're hinting at something, Nietzsche." he teased, lifting his coffee to his lips once again. It's not that Frank didn't dislike sex, or the idea of Nietzsche, well... He stopped that thought before it finished forming. It was that they were friends, and the idea of Nietzsche being serious about something like that was strange to Frank. Frank wasn't attractive. He was average, his only good feature was his jawline. Nietzsche was fucking gorgeous, beyond gorgeous. Tall as hell, beautiful eyes, probably a big dick too. Regardless of the fact that he flirted with everyone, which Frank knew, why would he choose to even bother with Frank? Frank watched him quietly, setting his coffee down once again and biting back a faint smirk. This entire ordeal was strange to Frank as he sat there, waiting for Nietzsche's response quietly.

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    xx Frank Oliver Underwood


    Frank snorted playfully, setting his nearly empty coffee cup down. "You sir, are much, much too smug for your own good." he teased lightly, sitting back in his seat. "Penguins aren't really my thing. I'm more of a dog and cat guy, really. Domestic animals. But if I had to choose a wild animal..." he paused, thinking for a moment. "Wolves. Because like, occasionally you see stories of wolves being docile and friendly towards humans. And to be honest, wolves kind of remind me of myself. Wolves normally travel in packs. But they can get kicked out of those packs. Then they're alone, and they're usually alone for a long time, unless they find a mate or something." Frank liked canines in general. While yeah, cats were cool, Frank loved dogs and wolves and coyotes and such. "Wolves are nice." Frank glanced out the window quietly, watching the snowfall as he thought to himself. having Nietzsche around was proving to be good for him. Recently his mind had been a lot clearer and he seemed lighter altogether.
    Even the smiles as he sold things to people weren't as forced anymore. He was actually beginning to have good days.

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    xx Frank Oliver Underwood


    Frank listened quietly. Nietzsche really loved his daughter. It was admirable. Frank didn't have any kids of his own, and he didn't exactly plan on having kids at all. adopting, at least. Frank could hardly take care of himself half the time, having a child would be incredibly difficult. Frank didn't dislike kids, he wouldn't know, he'd never been around them. It was just a lot of responsibility. He took another sip of his coffee, finishing it off and setting the cup down as he listened to Nietzsche. He had a bear cub? Frank almost choked. "Dude, that is both very illegal and very awesome." he joked lightly, folding his arms. "Isn't there a law against that? I mean, I won't tell if you don't, but holy shit. You're quite the rebel." Frank smiled faintly. Teasing Nietzsche was fun, because he usually teased right back. In general Nietzsche was a character. Frank enjoyed his company, because he was so strange, in all the best ways. He was an oddball. Bells, bears, and flirting. He was sure there wasn't anyone quite like Nietzsche on earth. Briefly, though, Frank had to wonder why Nietzsche was so special to him. It was very strange, just like Nietzsche himself.

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    xx Frank Oliver Underwood


    "I see." Frank nodded, smirking faintly. "And this bear of yours, Mr. Lawbreaker, does he have a name?" He inquired, leaning back in his seat quietly. He was oddly intrigued by Nietzsche. He seemed k always have strange attributes about him. Like bears or bells. He was just odd, but it was a sort of likable type of odd. Frank briefly wondered what his past was like, what he'd gone through. All the best people had rough lives, and Nietzsche appeared to him to be a good person. Frank was growing rather fond of the man, and it was strange because it had taken months for Frank to even begin to even consider liking Hambone. What the hell was so special about Nietzsche, what made Frank like him so much? There was something oddly attractive about Nietzsche to Frank, something that just made Frank want to be around him a lot. Nietzsche was like a light, and Frank felt like he could help him, even though Frank didn't want to admit that me needed help. If it was Nietzsche giving the help, Frank was strangely okay with it.

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    xx Frank Oliver Underwood


    "Edel." Frank repeated the name quietly, letting it roll off his tongue. It was a nice name, a strong name. And the translation was nice. Frank himself had named his cat Danzig, after the lead singer of the Misfits. Plus it was a nice name, very fitting for the smaller but feistier cat. Frank had named him only hours after getting him, and the two had bonded almost instantly. It was funny, because Frank used to hate cats. He was a dog person, but Danzig had been so tiny and sweet when he first got him, Frank loved him almost instantly. Frank played with the plastic lid of his travel cup absently. "It's a nice name." He mused, leaning his head back against the booth and managing to still watch Nietzsche quietly. "What're you gonna do when he gets bigger?" He asked curiously. Eventually the tiny creature would become a very large creature, and Frank wondered how Nietzsche was going to manage to keep a fully grown bear in his back yard. It wasn't like owning a dog. You couldn't just take your fucking bear for a walk casually. Frank was now intrigued by the whole bear fiasco, leaning forward again to listen to Nietzsche.

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    xx Frank Oliver Underwood


    "Can't believe you have a pet bear." Frank mused, managing a faint smile. "Most people have cats or dogs but no, you have a fucking bear." The smile he gave was somewhat fond, almost amused, yet very faint. Nietzsche really was a character. "I'm finished. Do you wanna head to the shop, or go for a walk or something?" he asked, furrowing his brows quietly as he watched the male sitting adjacent to him. He took a moment to appreciate the fact that Nietzsche was ridiculously handsome. Blue eyes, blonde hair, tall as fuck. Everything Frank wasn't, basically. Frank was short, black haired, with broad shoulders and a smooth jawline. His eyes were a muddy hazel and usually tired and dull, uninterested. And Nietzsche had a fantastic personality, outgoing and funny and sweet, where Frank was introverted and kind of an asshole. He wondered why Nietzsche was so set upon helping him, when there were millions of people in New Jersey that were infinitely better than him. Nietzsche was definitely strange, and yet Frank was oddly intrigued by him. Something about him pulled Frank
    in and made him wonder.

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    xx Frank Oliver Underwood


    Frank snorted as the man stumbled, scurrying to get rid of his cup. Nietzsche was far too desperate to spend time with Frank. Not that Frank didn't appreciate it, he really liked the other man's company, it was just a strange, foreign concept to him that someone wanted to be around him. When the other male returned and spoke he couldn't help but smile faintly, staring at Nietzsche's hands for a brief moment. Frank wasn't one for physical contact, usually, he didn't like being hugged or touched or anything of the like. But Nietzsche was so very different. Nietzsche was comfortable, and safe, and good, and Frank felt compelled to put his hands in the taller's. After a brief moment of careful thought he lifted his hand and placed the in Nietzsche's, climbing out of the booth and standing. Nietzsche was such a goofball. "You are way too excited about the concept of taking me on an adventure." He teased, looking up at the other male quietly. "So what kind of 'adventure' are you taking me on, mm? Should I have my lawyer prepare a defense in advance?" he joked, slowly taking his hands out of Nietzsche's and sliding them into his pockets.

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    xx Frank Oliver Underwood


    Frank walked along beside him quietly, taking a moment to evaluate himself. He'd trusted Nietzsche, with actual physical contact, and Nietzsche hadn't hurt him. That was a good thing. Maybe he could trust the tall German after all. It wasn't that Nietzsche seemed untrustworthy, it was that Frank was shaky with people, not used to it. The only interaction he had in ten years was clerks at stores and customers, and occasionally he had to put up with Hambone. Other than that, he didn't really affiliate. When he went out and fucked people he always went to their house, and he always left before morning. Always. It never changed, and Frank never wanted it to change. He glanced up at Nietzsche as he spoke, furrowing his brows. "I'll give you..." he paused briefly. he wanted to spend time with him, he really did, but the store had to open the store still. "Three hours. Can you work with that?" He asked, biting his lip softly.


    //rushed, at school!

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: #ffc680; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 15px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -1px; margin-bottom: -0px; letter-spacing: +2px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;]Ich bin bis über beide Ohren verliebt.

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px transparent; width: 460px; height:; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 1px solid #000000; margin-top: +0px; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]three hours? That was plenty of time! He didn't exactly know what they would do, but three hours was more than enough to actually do something. They could walk around for the entirety of those three hours, but Nietzsche didn't think that Frank would like to just walk around for that long. Or maybe he would, Nietzsche had no idea. Regardless, he wanted to do something fun! Though... In all honesty, Nietzsche's idea of fun just so happened to be getting fucked up on god knows what in a cramped club bathroom and trying to find people to bang. He didn't think that Frank would want to do that. Giving a small hum, Nietzsche shrugged. "I don't really know this town all that well -- but I know that there's this weird carnival-slash-park thing that was abandoned a while ago? It's not actually in this town, it's a little ways outside, but it won't take long to get there! We can be stealthy and explore it like ninjas... Or we could just go back to my house and play video games or something. Whichever you prefer!"
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    xx Frank Oliver Underwood


    Frank smiled a little. He knew exactly which amusement park he was talking about. When Frank was a young boy, his mother would take him into the city to go to that amusement park. Sometimes his father would go too, but usually he was working. When it had closed down Frank had been sad, but moved on relatively quickly. He wondered what it looked like now, if everything had gone to ruins, like everything else in his life had. Slowly he gave a nod, looking at the ground before looking back up at the tall man he was walking beside. "I know where it is. Yeah, sure, we can illegally break and enter somewhere with probably dozens of 'no trespassing' signs." He joked lightly, managing to keep step beside the other male. Nietzsche was much taller than him, almost a foot, and it made Frank feel very short. At the same time though, he felt safe, because Nietzsche was huge, and if Kevin were to show up or something, Frank knew that Nietzsche could probably take him out in one punch, if Frank didn't get to him first. It was nice having Nietzsche around. Frank enjoyed it a lot, or was starting to anyway. Nietzsche was sweet to him, and seemed to get that he had boundaries and things. And yeah he was very perky and happy go lucky, but it helped Frank out of his shell a bit, and that was good.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: #ffc680; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 15px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -1px; margin-bottom: -0px; letter-spacing: +2px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;]Ich bin bis über beide Ohren verliebt.

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px transparent; width: 460px; height:; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 1px solid #000000; margin-top: +0px; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Nietzsche bounced up and down a little, grinning. "nothing is illegal unless you get caught~!" the German drawled happily. Because it was true, technically. Just because he used to be a cop, that didn't mean he didn't exactly follow the law. He was just good at not getting caught. Extremely good. Granted, he couldn't ever go back to Germany because he'd get caught, and he couldn't be too careful, even here, but... So far, he hasn't been caught once. Which was good, because he would probably be killed on the spot if those people found him. Picking up the pace just a slight bit, the German bit on his lip. "besides, no one goes there anyway. So unless you're screaming at the top of your lungs --" the German looked at Frank and winked, "we should be fine! Ninja mode, ja?"
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