The sudden warmth at his side startles him a tad, but then he's leaning his head against her cheek and shutting his eyes too, just for a second. It's easy to let her drag him, much easier than it ever would be to make her let go. Something that doesn't even cross his mind as Aretha and reluctantly, Aloe follow them out into the tundra. Keeping his massive arm at her side, he kicks snow out of their way so they can sit on the stoop like proper stoners while the dogs run out to find some snow to make yellow.
Frank manages to sit without dislodging her and pulls the joint out of his pocket to hand over to her, pulling off his mitten and placing it on his knee as he considers his options. There's a flint stone in his pocket and a knife at his ankle, that's usually how he gets the job done, but something else had happened recently that should make this way more convenient - if he can control it.
"Uh... hold on." He reluctantly pulls away, not wanting to burn her if he fucks up, turning to face forward so he can concentrate. He snaps and sparks fly out of his fingers like a Bic that won't quite catch. On the third try he gets a flame, held right there on his fingertips, first too much but then he manages to widdle it down to just a match's worth, leaning over to hold it against the joint so she can get it started. Once it's done, he shakes his hand and the flame disappears like it had never happened.
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Frank manages to sit without dislodging her and pulls the joint out of his pocket to hand over to her, pulling off his mitten and placing it on his knee as he considers his options. There's a flint stone in his pocket and a knife at his ankle, that's usually how he gets the job done, but something else had happened recently that should make this way more convenient - if he can control it.
"Uh... hold on." He reluctantly pulls away, not wanting to burn her if he fucks up, turning to face forward so he can concentrate. He snaps and sparks fly out of his fingers like a Bic that won't quite catch. On the third try he gets a flame, held right there on his fingertips, first too much but then he manages to widdle it down to just a match's worth, leaning over to hold it against the joint so she can get it started. Once it's done, he shakes his hand and the flame disappears like it had never happened.