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[centurybaby]

seven minutes in heaven meme!

❤ post as your characters. ❤ ❤ other characters OR anon reply with another character's name! ❤ ❤ your character makes out with that character for at least 7 comments! ❤ ❤ underage characters can awkwardly hold hands. ❤

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[fronttowardenemy]

[ no

just no

there is too much Man to be contained in one closet here

shoving him over so he can kick the door down now pls ]

[ropedin]

[ Tgere's so much Man in here that it would be a party for HJ if Frank were his type. Silently, he obliges him, even taking the effort to bunch the generous cape behind him to give Frank room.

Which goes nowhere.

After a moment, he makes motions to urge him aside. Then he shoves his shoulder against the door. Hard. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ Not only is there too much Man, there is too much fucking cape.

Frank has never understood capes.

As he tries to sidestep, his foot catches on it and he stumbles, falling into HJ with a curse. ]

Move.

[ And his attempt to right himself only makes it worse, stepping on the cape again and falling forward.

Son of a bitch. ]

[ropedin]

[ He just turns his head, watching Frank fall in what looks like slow motion, he's trying to move, but they're both rather large... Men. It doesn't go very well, the entire time they fall, he's just watching it, but he at least helps out by grasping onto his shoulders to try and hold him up. ]

You're clumsy in tight spaces.

[ Somehow, with the German accent and the tight space, and the hands on his shoulders, if you turn your head and squint, it probably sounds more like a come-on than an observation. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ His patience is thin at this point, and the grip on his shoulders doesn't help. He tenses, but he refuses to jerk away -- not like he'd have the space to anyway. ]

You're no goddamn help. All that shit you wear; it's in the way.

[ which is referring to the fact that he keeps tripping on the cape but... well, it doesn't come out entirely that way. ]

[ropedin]

[ He's looking a little peurterbed at the accusation, if he could look anything. There's something about the stiffness of his frame, the way he's gripping into his shoulders. ]

I don't wear it to be close to. I didn't predict to be in this predicament.

[ As if anyone could. ]

Move your foot, I will take it off.

[ unz unz unz

And the cape will come off, but not the noose. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ Frank does move his foot, and he glances aside, back to the unmoving door. ]

Only half the problem.

[ Question is, after he removes that cape, are his hands coming back to Frank's shoulders again? ]

[ropedin]

[ He hadn't planned to, but in the tight space, eventually he rests his hands gently against Frank's shoulders. He squints in the direction of the door. ]

Why won't it open?

[ It should open! If he'd been alone, he'd be throwing a tantrum. As it was, he was keeping a remarkable calm. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ Frank gives him a slight look for the touch, not remarking on it, but he's still scowling. ]

Needs something else.

[ he's not voicing what though. ]

[ropedin]

[ HJ just stares at him. Down at him, somehow, despite their sizes being similar. He just glowered, his eyes narrowing behind his hood.

Barely visible. ]

Like what?

[fronttowardenemy]

Don't know.

[ His tone is sharper than it should be. Not defensive, but bothered -- and he won't admit why. ]

Let go.

[ropedin]

[ After a moment of hesitation, he does. ]

Do not fall again.

[ Less of a chastising tone, and more of an order, yet the undercurrent is still there.

HJ can't help the feeling, he's locked in a closet with the guy, and even if he isn't his type, well. He was attractive enough. }

[fronttowardenemy]

Worried?

[ He tries to focus on the door itself, which shows no weakness at all. It's as unyielding as the man behind him, in all his tense intimidation. ]

Wouldn't be a problem if you didn't dress like an ass.

[ropedin]

[ He doesn't defend himself, or his outfit. He doesn't see the need to. ]

No. If you're so resistant to being touched, it would be in your best interest to not fall.

[ Just a statement of fact. If Frank thought that he was going to get HJ incited by that, well--

It wasn't that he was stoic, but he was already fuming, that it didn't even matter. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ But at this point, touching might be unavoidable, since Frank can see no way that this door is going to give.

Shit. ]

It would be in your best interest to not talk.

[ropedin]

So you say.

[ He responds simply. If anything, the urge strikes him to talk more than his usual lack of...anything. As it is, he doesn't. He just stares right at Frank, the black hood dark and unforgiving in the black room.

Like he was just waiting for him the reward the silence with an actual solution, or more accurately, that his silence was an expected cajole for the result. The reward would follow. ]