familiar (but not too familiar)

"Yea, well. You know me, ol' Frank Morrison, I looove to check up on the people I gotta beat up on," His words were sarcasm-soaked. What else could they possibly be? Caring? What a laugh, Frank thought.
It was nice to see Ace unharmed though, despite every thought screaming at him that he couldn't give two fucks less if in Ace's next trial he died gruesomely and stayed that way.
He would miss Ace then. But that was never something that would happen, so nothing to worry 'bout.

Frank didn't necessarily not care for Ace, he did. In his own way. He wasn't good with male-figures, if that wasn't glaringly obvious from everything in his life. The way that he carried himself to, supposedly, the way that he dressed. Heard that a lot, if he dressed more respectably people would respect him.
He always scoffed, what the hell ever. People earned respect, through action, not through material possessions. It was such bullshit that that ever became an ideal, something to strive towards. It wasn't about materials. It was about your beliefs, how much you cared about something. If you really believed in it, or just said you did. It all made a difference.
Teachers never earned his respect, his and Susie's dad never earned his respect.
Ace, though, had earned a little. The way he could still stand to look Frank in the eyes after a trial, the way he tossed the banter back. Didn't take it personal.
That was a valuable trait for Frank. Not many people would actually look him in the eyes after trials, though no one quite got the same treatment that Ace did either.

He rolled his eyes, snorting. "You try lookin' for four people in a neighborhood that looks exactly the same no matter which way you turn," Frank wasn't going to admit that he was directionally challenged. So what if he hadn't even considered that they could have gotten to the exit before it was opened.
"Aw, I'll be sure to personally apologize next time I see him. Give him a real big hug." More sarcasm, as expected from the Morrison boy. "You weren't upset though, just Harrington?" His arms crossed, raising an expectant eyebrow. "Cuz if it was you, I could make more of an effort to show up next time." A shrug followed his words.

For the record, Frank would not be visiting Steve Harrington to 'apologize'. What did he care about Steve's opinion?

Frank rolled his eyes at Ace's words; but he appreciated the back-and-forth. The taunting was genuine, but the fact that Ace didn't take it to heart was always appreciated. He could keep going, on and on and on... And Ace seemed to just absorb his words. Like it was nothing.
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"I'll keep in mind to get a map of Haddonfield for next time; won't make the mistake again of letting you guys just sit upstairs and let me make an ass out of myself in the street." Frank had tried taunting them, to draw Steve out into the road. It didn't really work out, though.
He just ... Stayed his ground, so surely Ace and Steve were together. He had no idea, no way of seeing them in spite of Harrington's three mile tall hair. It was such an ugly look.
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He crossed his arms, shrugging. "It'd mean more than if Steve was, I think if I breathed wrong in his general direction he'd fall apart." That probably wasn't true, but it was the interpretation of Steve's behaviour that Frank had taken away from all of their interactions. He snorted, "Aw, what? I'm your favourite?" Sarcasm dripped from his voice, but he would absolutely secretly preen about that later.