The Chasing of Moons

Frank Has No Chill

Frank is not looking at Gerard's butt as they walk up the stairs, what on earth would give you that idea? He has so much chill, it's unreal.

Gerard even says, before the first step, "So like, it's your turn to stare at my ass, but like, that's fine, I don't expect anything less."

"I've been given your actual permission?"

"You're a human, what am I supposed to think you're going to do?" Gerard says, his voice calling out from in front of him as he climbs the stairs. "Not look?"

"You're fantastic. I think I'm gonna marry you," Frank says, commending himself on his excellent joke. He actually does think, or really knows, he's going to marry Gerard, someone up above him who's in on this whole shitstorm is probably laughing with him right now at how beautiful a joke he just made. Really though, it's not even a good joke and Frank shouldn't feel this much pride.

This house is very much outdated, from what little Frank's seen of it. He can just imagine the snooty asshole voices of people walking through this house on House Hunters. He kind of wants to punch those people in the face though, because this house is so unbelievably Gerard that it hurts.

The whole place is carpeted, something that hasn't been in style since at least the mid-seventies. Frank's pretty sure that the only room that wasn't carpeted was the kitchen which he only briefly glanced into, and it was in dire need of some new tile. On that note, when was green tiling ever in? It looks like a grandmother's house, and Gerard's personality, somehow resembles that of a grandmothers also, which is why Frank is grinning widely at literally everything.

The unbearably thin staircase that leads up stairs displays a gallery of pictures, Mikey on the left, Gerard on the right, and with each step, the pictures age with him. Gerard made a very adorable first grader, Frank notes.

"Do we have to worry about waking up your parents?" Frank asks, thinking back to his home where he shares a wall with his mother and she can literally tell if he turns a page in a book past midnight.

"Their room is downstairs. Unless you're actually playing DDR in Mikey's room, they can't hear shit."

"We should totally play DDR in Mikey's room," Frank says, when Gerard stops on the landing, and Frank is quick to follow.

"I don't think we even have a DDR mat," Gerard says, "because, surprisingly, I'm not a ten year old kid."

"Well I am," Frank says, "in my heart."

"Aren't we all," Gerard says.

"Fuck," a muffled voice says from a room on Frank's left, and he grins to himself because he's just spotted where Mikey is.

"So that's where the troll lives," Gerard points to Mikey's room. There's only four doors on the landing, and Gerard's room is obvious because there's a sticker on the top of the door that says 'Gerard's Lair' in handwriting that he recognizes from the note that Gerard hasn't written him yet. One of them must be a bathroom, and it's anyone's guess what the last one is.

Gerard points to one, and says, "linen closet. Do not open that thing unless you want to be physically assaulted by towels that were not properly stacked by someone. I'm not saying it was me, but, coincidentally, I don't know how to properly fold and sort towels." Gerard then points to the last door and says it's the bathroom, his note on that being that if you don't close the door properly, it flies open because the floors are uneven and everything is at somewhat of an angle. You can also, apparently, roll a ball down the hallway just by setting it on the ground and waiting.

Gerard then knocks on Mikey's door and he doesn't wait before Mikey says anything to open it. Frank doesn't know whether to stand next to Gerard and say hi to Mikey or pretend he's not here at all. But presumably, Mikey already knows Frank's here, because if Frank could hear Mikey behind the door, Mikey could hear him.