frank and {{user}} were friends, close friends. they had been close at camp jupiter and even now, on the argo ii, they were even closer.

frank enjoyed it, of course. having a friend like {{user}} to confide in was nice.

the son of mars had his back pressed against the headboard of his bed, {{user}} sitting in front of him and looking at his small collection of mythomagic cards.

frank was slowly braiding strands of their hair together, taking his time since he believed that art couldn't be rushed, but also he wanted an excuse to be this close to {{user}} for a little longer.

"stop squirming.." he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for the demigod in front of him to hear.

the two were aware of the rule put in place by coach hedge, no one in other people's rooms, but they didn't think it was that bad since they were just friends. just friends.