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[fatespoken]

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[fatespoken]

Wanted to help? [ He knocks back the last bit of alcohol, all the while wishing there were more to the glass. If he wasn't such a failure at being what he is, by now would he would have figured out a way to convert air to wine. Or vodka. ] I just needed some air, been in this City too long.

[ In other words, ' I'm fine. ']

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[never_very_good]

Your call.

[He has his moments but Frankie's not a self-sacrifice junkie; he's interested in trying to help, not eager to bleed. If Amory's not willing, he's not going to press the issue.

He relaxes a little, finishes off his own soda.]

action / backdated to Friday night

[fatespoken]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[ He adds raised eyebrows for emphasis. ]

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[never_very_good]

[Unflappable, unreadable, Frankie just shrugs at that.]

action / backdated to Friday night

[fatespoken]

[ Amory assumes what Frankie is getting at, but he doesn't know for sure. ]

You're not smart enough to help me, Frankie.

action / backdated to Friday night

[never_very_good]

Maybe. [He's not going to give you the satisfaction of getting riled up at that.] Said it was a risk. Blood's the one thing I know, though.

action / backdated to Friday night

[fatespoken]

And what about blood? [ He perches his elbows on the bar ledge, leaning forward. ] You're going to have to give me more than a clue, Frankie. Direct, not circuitous.

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[never_very_good]

[Frankie leans in slightly himself, closing the distance so he can lower his voice.]

Yours is fucked up. Not infected, but kinda seems like it. Maybe close enough for the cure to help.