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Once Upon a January | Jester & MurderVictim

It's one of my favorites, lol. :D

Once Upon a January | Jester & MurderVictim

As he spoke, Frankie lifted the ice pack and shifted it a little so it was in a more effective area. She leaned against the wall, still trying to ignore the mess that used to be her kettle all over the kitchen floor. "You want me to give you a name," she questioned, glancing up before lifting her head to look at him. She was confused at first, then a small smile spread along her face. Oh, okay. She'd play along with him! He didn't sound like he was kidding, but surely it was just a joke!

"Hmm..." Frankie let her gaze trail around the counters, then up at the cabinets while she tried to think of a good name. "Hm, well. I've always really liked the name Orson," she admitted, then brought her attention back to her guest. "Does that work for you?"

Once Upon a January | Jester & MurderVictim

I hope she doesn't xD

Posted! :D

Once Upon a January | Jester & MurderVictim

Frankie smiled when he took the tea, once again relieved that he was up and coherent. There was so much that she had feared for him, like frostbite and illness, even death considering she had no idea what kind of medical problems he might have. She was glad that none seemed to have occurred, though she was still considering taking him to the hospital to get checked out as soon as the storm passed over. Speaking of which, she was reminded of the waves of wind and snow crashing against the nearby window. A shiver went up her spine at the idea of still being out there, braving the terrible weather.

Her brain snapped back to reality, and her burned hand, at the mention of ice. She didn't seem to catch the "doesn't melt" part, more focused on getting the pain and swelling to go down. "Ah, I forgot about it! Good idea!" She grinned and began making her way towards the bathroom. "And don't worry about it. Any decent person would have helped you out," she said with a genuine smile, not noticing the hint of seriousness in his tone. "I was just the first person to find you."

Frankie came out of the bathroom moments later, spreading a glob of aloe vera on her burn. She cringed a little until the cooing sensation came over her, and she relaxed. "Much better," she said, more to herself than to him. She grabbed a small ice pack from the freezer and a dish towel, wrapping the pack before placing in on her hand.

"So what's your name, anyway? I'm Francis, but everyone calls me Frankie."

Once Upon a January | Jester & MurderVictim

Yes xD

Frankie would be so confused, haha. She probably thinks she's on some kind of drug at this point!

Posted! :D

Once Upon a January | Jester & MurderVictim

Frankie only stood there, letting him look at her hand. When he put it in his mouth, she widened her eyes in surprise. The feel of someone else's saliva, especially someone she didn't even know the name of, didn't feel very pleasant...Even if it did help control the pain. She hesitated, still a little shaken from what had happened with the kettle. When he spoke, she couldn't help but smile just a little, thinking that what he was doing was nothing but a joke. "Eh. don't worry about it," she said as she gently removed her hand from his mouth. "I have some ointment in the bathroom cabinet. I'm sure it'll help," added, trying to remember if there was any left or not. "But thank you for the concern."

A little shaky, Frankie turned to the counter. The mug she had filled now had tea in it, as she had set the bag inside before pouring. Smiling, she carefully lifted it with her good hand and offered it to him. "Here, drink up while I fix my hand."

Once Upon a January | Jester & MurderVictim

Nooooo! D:

Both ideas sound good to me! If he chooses to let her give him a name, then he might get something a little weird. xD

Once Upon a January | Jester & MurderVictim

Yeah... xD;

Damn. She liked that kettle.

Once Upon a January | Jester & MurderVictim

The sudden change in attitude caught her a little off guard. "It's fine. Just a little burn," she said, pulling her hand away from her lips. "It happens all the time." And she wasn't lying. Working as a waitress meant she was constantly pouring hot coffee, and it wasn't unusual for some to accidentally land on her hand. It was something she was pretty much used to. Frankie was about to tell him that when the kettle fucking exploded.

The girl nearly had a heart attack. Her heart pounded against her chest, eyes wide as she flinched in fear of being hit by pieces of cheap metal and hot water. When neither touched her, she forced herself to calm down just a little. How the hell had that happened?! She was so busy thinking about what had just happened, that she didn't hear his desire to see her hand. It wasn't until he grabbed it that she snapped her attention back to him.

"I-It's fine!" She didn't bother to pull it away. Instead, she glanced at it, seeing how red and puffy the back of her hand already was.

Once Upon a January | Jester & MurderVictim

No worries! :D

Posted! Poor Frankie xD