Franky was getting ready to leave the room, but before leaving he needed something. “Hey, Kenny. Come up to the rooftop and talk to me.”

He could see the scowl on Kenny’s face as he heard Franky saying his new nickname. This somehow pleased Franky.

Franky was just leaving the room, when Smitty stopped him. “Were you even paying attention? You weren’t even trying to hide your damn boner, and you were in the center of the fucking room. What is Mikey going to think?”

“I was distracted, okay?” Franky admitted to not paying attention.

“You’re going to listen to me now so you’re not behind the rest of the group. We are delivering 50,000 silver crowns to Venice under the cover of Cochfest, which was organized by the client. Pickups will happen as we travel. We are leaving tomorrow for Munich. The cover we will be using is that we are guards hired to protect Magnus, a wealthy businessman. He is to be the focus at Cochfest. His fake company deals with manufacturing socket bayonets for flintlock muskets so don’t forget that. Did you get all that?”

“Yes, daddy. We are picking up crowns and bringing them to Venice. Magnus is going to be hot and rich. Got it.”

“Why the hell are you calling me daddy?” Smitty gripped.

“Don’t worry about it. I have a meeting, so I’m leaving.”

“You’ll be waiting awhile. Kenny is busy talking to Mikey. Besides, I doubt he’s actually going to meet you up there.”

“I’m going up there anyway.” Franky walked away and made his way to the rooftop.

Once on the rooftop, he sat on the edge so that his legs dangled off the side of the building. If someone wanted to kill him, it would have been a good opportunity, but it wouldn’t be easy. Franky has crazy good hearing, and sneaking up on him was a challenge. It was thanks to this super hearing that he could hear when Kenny started to make his way up to the rooftop an hour after the meeting had ended.

Franky found the way that Kenny got atop the roof funny. Kenny was short and had a much harder time reaching anything to pull himself up. There were a couple times Franky thought the dwarf cyclopes would fall, but he always managed to recover himself. The best part was the way Kenny swore and called everything derogatory terms as he made his way up.

The building was apparently a fucking beard splitter that was going to turn him into a blowsabella. The bars he used to pull himself up were pussy squires of Alsatia. It was even funny when he started calling Franky an addlepate blunderbuss slut and dumbass hang in chains.

Once Kenny finally made it to the footop he yelled at Franky, “You fucking shabbaroon tatterdemallion Bastard! I should kill you for making me come up this fucking beard splitter!”

“I don’t think I’m a shabbaroon, but everything else is probably right.” Franky giggled as Kenny fixed his clothing.

Kenny walked over to Franky and stared at him, “So why the hell did you have me climb this stupid fucking building? This better be good! Do you have something to say to me?”

“I don’t have anything to say to you. I just want you to make me a new suit.” Franky spat coldly, catching onto the fact Kenny thought he had something to say about their past.

“I’m not designing you a new suit. You lost that opportunity four years ago.” Kenny started to turn around, but Franky stopped him.

“Please, don’t leave.” Franky got on his knees and looked up at keeny with puppy dog eyes. “Please, I need a new suit. The last one you made me isn’t as pretty as it used to be. Surely you don’t want me running around in this when it was your design. I’m only disgracing it by doing that, which means you should make me a new suit so I’m not ruining your design further.”

This begging was the reason that Franky wanted to have this meeting on the rooftop. That and he just liked heights. Franky knew how to get to Kenny and make him agree, it was just a matter of appealing to his ego and pride.

Kenny would never admit it, but he knew Franky was right. Franky had ruined the suit he made so many years ago. It was a shame, and it was an even bigger shame that he was responsible for the design. What if people thought this was the original design: faded and torn? This was going to ruin his clothing design reputation that he worked so hard to build. Kenny hated that Franky knew what he was doing by begging like this.

Kenny groaned, ‘fine, I’ll design you one more suit but do you really have to give me puppy eyes. It makes me want to let you fuck me. Reminds me of the war.”

“It will be like this every time you try to talk to me. You may have Magnus but admit it, you’re still not over me. It doesn’t matter what eyes I give you, you’ll still want me to bend you over.” Franky was only being slightly cocky by saying Kenny wanted him.

Franky enjoyed the fact that Kenny wasn’t over him, but Kenny was one person Franky would never go to bed with again. This was a way to punish Kenny for Killing Ari.

Kenny didn’t say another word as he huffed and walked away from Franky. Franky would be lying if he said he didn’t find Kenny attractive, especially in this state. This side of Kenny was one of the reasons he enjoyed banging him every chance he got. There was nothing like banging and angry short man until he cums.