Managing to rotate his head in order to see who was coming towards him, Frankie wore an entirely feigned look of hurt as he regarded her. "Lazy? I am a recovering warrior. I made it through all my classes today. I'm a champion," he insisted, making a bit of room so Prim could sit on the edge beside him. There was more than enough room for his sister to fit on there with him, but he still made a show as if to insinuate that she was being annoying.
Frankie let his eyes move to the bag she dangled in front of his gaze, grabbing it with his good arm as it landed on his chest. "Are you poisoning me?" he worried, but opened it anyway so he could peer inside. A smile of delight spread across his features at the candy nestled inside, and he couldn't help but reach in and grab one as he looked at Prim happily. "Where did you even find these?"
Not waiting for an answer, he unwrapped the frog, already chewing off the head when she asked how he was. "I'm okay...mostly. Still feel like I could sleep for days and got hit by a truck, but at least I'm not vomiting anymore!" he announced, holding his chocolate up as if that proved his point. It was obvious he was favoring the arm usually in a sling, however, and his rolled up pant leg showed off the swelling (although steadily diminishing) of his bruised ankle. "No dancing for a bit, though, which I'm sure everyone else appreciates."