It is said that Frankie can get his hands on anything for the right price. Another rumour has it that Frankie was once a notorious contraband smuggler who had himself placed in a child's body and enrolled in the school to hide from the law, though since he is the primary spreader of that rumour it is almost definitely false. He is a scrawny kid with a twitchy demeanor and four arms. He chooses to do the trade in the dark space behind the bleachers.
From out of your bag you pull your end of the bargain. His eyes go wide as plates as you lay them out on the floor. Five Pokemon cards, originals, laminated in plascrete. The last one is a mew. Frankie swoons and clutches at the stands for support. "You're sure these are real?" he asks incredulously.
"Yeah. Stole them out of my dad's collection myself. He won't miss them. So do we have a deal?"
Frankie gives himself whiplash nodding so hard. "Sh-sure, you betcha..."
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