( CLOSED ) Just like the river I've been running ever since.

[oorah]

WHO: The hotdog man
WHERE: Around the village & out.
WHEN: Todayish
OPEN TO: Tiny Horror Daughter
WARNINGS: Oh deer, it's vampires. But our hearts will be healed by zalpacas.

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[ kamala and frank have taken down the last of the soundproofing and cleared it away. for good measure, frank's started to clear the land of the schoolhouse he "borrowed" the materials from, so that it could eventually be repaired or torn down. he hasn't thought it through too deeply, it's just something to occupy his hands for now. since peeta's death, things have been strained around the village, but it's left frank feeling strangely numb. in reims if a child had died he would have never forgiven himself. here - even with the destruction caused by the wendigo - he can't find the energy to blame himself.

he'd taken to jogging of all things, small projects like this, cooking and patching up the inn. training the dogs. nothing mentally or emotionally strenuous, and hardly even physical by his usual standard. when a familiar pattern of footfalls alights down the path, he looks up, wiping sweat from his brow already accumulated in the morning hours. it gets much hotter here than it had in reims, but he's hoping that will mean they get a winter, something to start them off fresh. he doesn't voice any of it, knowing he shouldn't want to stick around here. knowing it's just another torture chamber. but when it's less painful than reims and new york, who could really blame him? especially when he keeps it inside. ]

Mornin', lady. Is it time for lunch already?

[ usually that's when they get together, but it seems early yet despite the climbing temperature. he can't read her expression from down the path, though agita is already nesting in his guts. did something else happen? he tries to keep his breathing even until she speaks up at least. ]