Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Fifty Three Table Ram

You trudged into your room and collapsed and the bed, and then yelped falling back to the floor when you realized you fell on George. You looked back up to see him curled up in a ball... As he only had a sheet wrapped around that naked body of his Jesus fucking cow balls did this man not get dressed since he got out of the shower or does he sleep in the nude?

"Fuck, F/n..." He groaned, shit he didn't sound right, you got up to feel his forehead, he sighed at the chilliest of your hand. He was burning up! You made a clicking sound as you got a washcloth with some ice form that tiny bucket to put on his head. For one moment you wanted to asl him, but you decided now was not the right time. He sighed as the coolness overtook his head. He looked up at you with those doughy brown eyes of his, a little bit of his hair was in his face. He looked so cute you couldn't stand it. But you did. Because he's ill.

"G-george.."

"Joji."

"What?"

"Call me Joji f/n, basically everyone does."

"Alright well... Are you going to need anything? Me and Tj are going to dinner tonight to go look for this guy and-"

"Yeah, yeah, it- it's alright. If you can, could you bring some seltzer water? Or maybe rice.... Potatoes. I don't care. Just something calm on the stomach."

"Alright," you said, you stood there for a moment, stroking his hair a bit. His eyes fluttered shut, his face flushed, his hair a bit damp already from the washcloth. You quickly leaned forward and planted a kiss on his forehead, snatched your outfit for the night and made a dash out in the hallway.

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         "Where did you get that dress suit F/n?" Tj asked, being a little too showing with her long dress as the two of you made you way to tonight somewhat formal cruise line dinner.

  "Renting it, I don't think I'd look good in a dress or skirt tbh," you admitted, you had only imagined it, even though Frank had tried convincing you to wear a schoolgirl uniform once or twice,"why didn't Salamander Man come with us?" You asked.

   "He got too much sun on his nipples today, sleeping in- wow would you look at how fancy this place is!" You two looked around at the decor of this place, much different from any ihop the two of you had been to. Clothed tables, cloth napkins, candles, vine glasses, an amazing view of the moonlit ocean, and a band playing some soothing music to go with the atmosphere. A waiter took you to a seat for two, giving the menus and asking if the two of you would like a bottle of wine for the evening.

   "Does that waiter think we're here as a couple?" You asked.

"Maybe, you definitely look like a lesbian in that F/n, I can tell you that much."

   "Guh, last time I checked I was a gay guy, anyway, you said the guy was here, right?"

"I was told through the grapevine, yes, you remember what he looks like, right?"

  "He has a face only a mother could love and one I could never forget."

   "Chances are many, many mothers have loved him-"

"Wait I think I see him," you said, point at the gentleman directly behind Tj.

   "Hold on wha- sweet cock shot it's him."

And there he was, much like a homeless guy on a subway, all by himself.

  "Ok, let's stay calm," Tj said, seeming way more excited than she should be, like bitch, calm the fuck down," we'll at least let the man get his food, then we approach him."