regrestic

[regrestic]

PSA

This is just to let everyone who followed me (hi guys!) know that this is not my main account, just an older one I'm using to get around the automatic wait period new accounts are subject to and into the tag. I won't be posting here for much longer, so if you want fic updates past the end of the weekend, follow me over at definegameplay. I've got a lot of awesome stuff coming up, so I hope y'all stick around for that. Also, please direct any/all asks (or even prompts, if you feel like it) to that account. 

Thanks!

[regrestic]

"There, that's - " Frankie makes a face at him, a face that momentarily freezes thanks to the so-so reception in this building. He's still at the studio and Frankie's still in New York, in his own bed in his own apartment no less, but it feels like the distance is somehow less when he's staring at him through FaceTime. "I don't really want to say better because that shirt, Zach, that shirt is really..."

"Awesome?"

"Awful. That shirt is awful. Did wardrobe do that to you?" 

[regrestic]

"did you mean it?" zach asks. 

frankie's said a lot of things in the last thirty-six hours. he means almost all of them.

(or, zach and frankie figure things out. slowly. sometimes from separate coasts.)