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Annabeth Chase grew up, all alone, under the ruthless watch of Kronos, otherwise known as 'The king of T...
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Anger wasn't something Frank felt very often, but this was one instance where he did.
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Frank hated Ding Dongs. He hated snakes. And he hated his life. Not necessarily in that order.
But Frank didn't hate his grandmother
Though perhaps it was the fact that he was running unexplainably late that made Frank, for the first time in his life, interrupt his grandmother.
"Grandmother, I'll have to get going now," he flinched as he said the words, watching the older woman's militant gaze fall onto him.
"It's rude to interrupt people when they're eating, Fai Zhang. Or did I not teach you any manners?" She snapped, her spoon full of soup stopping midair.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Speak up, you're not a mouse," she tsked, passing him a bowl of fresh tomato soup, "And eat up. You can't go to work on an empty stomach."
"But I'm running late!"
"Don't disrespect your elders, sit down now," she commanded.
Frank obliged in an instant, draining the whole bowl of soup like it was a glass of water.
His grandmother looked equal parts stunned and impressed, "Good. Growing boys should never skip a meal."
She took another sip from her spoon," Now, did you pack your gun? Your vest? It's very dangerous so make sure you have a weapon on you."
"Yes, I've packed them," he nodded, patting to his holster.
"Don't go shooting people for no reason. Guns are dangerous, you should be very careful when you have one. Always handle weapons with care," she stated firmly.
"Weapons," Frank grumbled. "Right. I've never handled weapons before."
Grandmother's nostrils flared. "Was that sarcasm, Fai Zhang?"
