Okay, hitting a kid couldn’t be that bad, right? He didn’t know anyways. All he knew is that that specific kid was bullying you, but he would try to be civilized and talk and scold the kid anyways— not a kid so much, a teenager you could say— but whatever age, they’re bullying his baby, oh what a mistake to be done. “Okay girl, I’m giving you a chance here. Stop picking on my child before I call your parents.” he says firmly and the bully just scoffs with the rest of their group, the bully bends down mockingly towards you, but before another word can be said, Frank simply flicked the forehead of the kid, hard enough to make them go back in pain, but not hard enough to be considered as a crime. “Let’s go, {{user}}.” he said before grabbing your hand and taking you out of there.