It was hopeless. "No one in this accursed town is interesting enough." Sheldon Cooper muttered, brow furrowed in his typical expression of what he supposed would be called anger. Silence followed this comment, as no one was around, aside from the mother quickly hurrying her small child away from what the little girl called "the crazy man". The Pasadena resident had no time to see who the child was referring to, as he was in a bit of a rush to find a suitable subject for his latest (as Leonard had put it, "birdbrained") experiments, hopefully someone with a near-inexhaustible amount of energy. "Yes, yes, that could work."
"Dude, you can't be more than 18." A voice called behind him, and Frank Iero sighed, pulled off his jacket's hood and the fingerless gloves he wore to expose the scorpion on his neck, the ink that was scrawled over the skin of his hands. "Yes, I can." he replied, clearly exhausted, and the kid's jaw fell. "You.... you're Frank Iero!" "Yeah, I know." Frank sighed, grinning in that tired way he had. The 4-foot-9 male had an excited air about him, and his eyes lightened almost imperceptibly, but enough to shine in the bright noon sun.
"You.... you're Frank Iero!" The shout drifted over to Sheldon's space, and he unconciously turned to see what all the noise was about. A short, pale, overly-tattooed male figure caught his eyes, and the aura of energy around the man was enough to make Sheldon switch direction, shifting his attention to the other male as a teenager wandered away, awed. "Hello," Sheldon said cautiously. "My name is Dr. Sheldon Cooper, and I was wondering if you'd like to help me with a series of experiments?"
Frank smiled wider. "Depends. Do I get to hang out with the smart people?" He teased, and Sheldon tilted his head. "If you mean me, then yes, I suppose so." A nod from the shorter, and Sheldon nearly grinned.