xx Frank Oliver Underwood
Frank slipped his iPod back into his pocket and smirked a little, finally shifting his head to look at the whiny German man. He lifted a hand up to softly pat his cheek, his smirk turning into a small grin. "Call me 'Teddy Bear' again and you'll be jobless." He teased softly, even though some part of him liked the nickname. Maybe not the teddy part, but he could deal with being called Bear. Maybe. As long as it was Nietzsche and no one else. Nietzsche had a lot of privileges with Frank, privileges that no one else had. Like taking him on adventures and physical contact and fucking kissing him. Frank was starting to get comfortable around Nietzsche, and as terrifying as that was, it was also very nice. Nietzsche was a sweetheart, and a dork, and he was good company, and he gave good advice. He was nice to have around. Plus, he was a fucking tree, and he could reach everything that Frank, a small shrub, could not. He was a nice asset to the store. And to Frank's life. Frank's only problem with him was the god damn insistence that Frank needed a social life. Frank hated people with a passion, feared them, the last thing he wanted to do was be around them. Even Nietzsche was still somewhat scary uncharted territory to him, yet at the same time something about him was like they'd known each other for years, especially with the way Frank had taken to him so quickly. It was all so strange.
