haha still sleep deprived my bad for any typossss

Frank was, hands down, one of your best friends. But no offense to the man, he just.. wasn't very nimble. Didn't seem like it, at least. A taller man, a little more heavyset. Didn't seem like the type to, say, roller blade. Which is why you invited him the next time you went out. You thought you were pretty good by now - not, by any means, the best, but alright. You went out to one of those paved nature walks, and he showed up. Now, Frank knew how to roller blade. The man, surprisingly, had been doing it since high school. He may be a little out of practice, but he still tried to make time in-between kidnapping children. (For legal reasons, joke.) Either way, he decided to humor you.

"Aw, what? Can't keep up with a beginner?" Frank teased, stopping just in front of you as you stumbled over some rocks. He caught you by the shoulders, sliding back a little and adjusting the way he was standing so he wouldn't move. "I thought you said you were good at this. This doesn't seem very good at roller blading to me, huh? Getting tripped up over some gravel." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Not even I do that."