Dick woke up hours later to find no one else was on the couch with him. He sighed realizing Spence must’ve gone home, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye; he went upstairs to find his roommates, and Franky was in the bathroom, dressed in a purple sweater and jeans rather than his regular boots and white coat. He was focused on powdering his face and didn’t seem to notice Dick was watching him.

“Where are you going?” Dick asked. 

“On a date with Spence,” Franky replied, still not looking back at him. Dick’s heart skipped a beat for a moment, but he sighed and leaned against the doorway, trying not to let it show.

“A date?” Dick asked. Franky nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face. Dick crossed his arms. “You like him, huh?”

“Of course I do,” Franky replied, finally turning to face his roommate. “His eyes are so dark and his bones are so prominent and—and have you seen his collarbone? It has a dent in it.”

Dick cocked an eyebrow. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Franky to fall in love with people he barely knew, and for weird reasons—so Dick tried to brush it off. Franky was obsessed with people, any people his age or older, their forms and faces and voices. There probably wasn’t a person in Waverly Hills that hadn’t been drawn in Franky's sketchbook. 

The only difference about this occasion, though, is that Franky was taking Spence on a date. If Franky really liked someone, he might’ve brought them flowers or complimented them once, but he never asked someone out before. It was peculiar and out of his comfort zone, but if Dick let it get to him he’d go crazy. It was probably just another one-off trick that would end up in Franky asking everyone out.

“What are you guys doing?” Dick asked.

“We’re getting lunch. Trust me, I know Spence—it’s easy for him to like you if you get him food. He’s hungry all the time,” Franky said. 

“Yeah?” Dick glanced away. “Must be why he doesn’t like me.” 

“Oh, please, that’s not true.” Franky started to walk out of the bathroom. “He’d still hate you even if you bought him food.”

Dick blushed, and spun around to watch Franky saunter down the stairs. “Oh, yeah? Getting cocky now, are you?” he said. Franky glanced behind him and winked. “You know, just because you got a hot date doesn’t mean you--”

Dick paused when Spence appeared from behind the landing wall, wearing Franky's snake as a boa. As Franky explained to him that he probably couldn’t bring the snake into the diner, a chill ran down Dick’s spine as all his blood rose to his face. Franky gently took the snake from around Spence’s shoulders and brought it downstairs, the snake trying to wiggle its way from Franky's grasp as if it were complaining. Spence awkwardly leaned against the staircase wall as he waited for his date. 

“Don’t take it the wrong way,” Dick said, “Franky likes everyone.”

“He does?”

“Oh, yeah. He has a huge crush on Care Ogletree and Cynthia Anderson and Tabby O’Malley and he’s obsessed with Ted. Even me. If you’re between the ages of 18 and 60 he probably likes you.”

“And…and Viktor?”

“Eh, I wouldn’t be surprised. Franky's weird. He’s, uh, a little messed up. Just…just don’t fall for his tricks and whatever you do don’t go into his room. You, uh…won’t come out alone.”

“I won’t. I…I don’t even like him that way. I just didn’t want to be rude, and…you know, maybe he just wants to be friends or something.”

“Right.”

Franky came back upstairs, brushing his hair behind his ears. “Ready, dearest?” he asked. Spence shrugged, and the two went off. Dick sighed in relief as he leaned against the wall, before Viktor came out of his room. 

“Where are Franky and Spence going?” Viktor asked.

“They’re going out to lunch at the diner,” Dick said. “It’s kind of like a date.”

Viktor stared up at Dick, his hands behind his back, and he started to smile a little bit. Dick chuckled as he leaned back and crossed his arms. “Why, you want to ask me out on a date?” he said. 

“No, not a date…” Viktor mumbled. “But do you want to…do something? Since Franky and Spence are out and you and I are at home so…so we should also go out. It makes more sense.”

“What do you think I am, made of money? Good thing Franky's buying him lunch and not me. I can’t afford that.”

“I’m not saying we should spend money. I just want to get out of the house and do something. Like pop can hockey, or pop can baseball, or rock and pinecone bowling…or we can just go to the swamp and hunt for toads and field mice to give to Franky.”

“Alright. Let’s go, then.”

Viktor jumped up and followed Dick down the stairs. “Really? I didn’t think you’d say yes! Let’s play baseball first! You pitch!”