There's a light knock at the door and it startles him, trying to remember if anyone had ever knocked at the door. Never, not that he remembers anyway. He puts a finger to his lips to signal to Kamala to stay silent, not that either of them need instruction on that. Aretha the bloodhound and Aloe the pitbull don't get the memo however, barking and braying their fool heads off at the sound. Frank ignores them and goes to the window, stooping to get a hold on the knife at his ankle and peeking around the corner of the window frame to try and get a look at who it is.
Bruce? Just like that, his guard goes down and he opens the door forcefully. He takes a moment to sign Safe to Kam as the dogs pour into the doorway to greet Bruce upon recognizing him, tails going a mile a minute. He turns back to his visitor and stalls out a moment, honestly not sure what to do. Oh yeah, invite him in??? That's probably the right step.
"Uh, hey. Hey, man." It's lame, but he's gesturing for Bruce to walk by him and into the house. It's small, but clean and well-kept. The walls have been painted bright and inviting colors and every room is lighted with electricity instead of candles or oil lamps like every other house, though there are emergency lamps lined up on the mantle. A little croc-dog wanders by and Frank scoops it up into his arms to get it out from underfoot, holding it under his arm like a chihuahua as he shuts the door behind the other man.
OCTOBER 16: KAMALA & BRUCE
Bruce? Just like that, his guard goes down and he opens the door forcefully. He takes a moment to sign Safe to Kam as the dogs pour into the doorway to greet Bruce upon recognizing him, tails going a mile a minute. He turns back to his visitor and stalls out a moment, honestly not sure what to do. Oh yeah, invite him in??? That's probably the right step.
"Uh, hey. Hey, man." It's lame, but he's gesturing for Bruce to walk by him and into the house. It's small, but clean and well-kept. The walls have been painted bright and inviting colors and every room is lighted with electricity instead of candles or oil lamps like every other house, though there are emergency lamps lined up on the mantle. A little croc-dog wanders by and Frank scoops it up into his arms to get it out from underfoot, holding it under his arm like a chihuahua as he shuts the door behind the other man.