LOCKE
He sticks his tongue out at her as she scolds him. Hasn't she figured out that he's rude? It's kind of his thing. Or he thinks it is. He's not so sure anymore. He's been too nice lately. He needs to burn something down. Or something. Too bad no one has really pissed him off. "Have you seen my shins?" He takes an offended tone, kicking one leg out to point to a very faint bruise. It's nothing compared to the ones he gets in his sparring sessions so who knows why he's whining about it.
"I do not!" High pitched, fake offended again. Locke clicks his tongue, hunkering down to work on his own tower. "Well.. You always eat the best pancake. I work hard on those you know.." As if he doesn't give it to her himself. This is fun though. Like flirting but worse some how. Easier too though.
"I do not!" High pitched, fake offended again. Locke clicks his tongue, hunkering down to work on his own tower. "Well.. You always eat the best pancake. I work hard on those you know.." As if he doesn't give it to her himself. This is fun though. Like flirting but worse some how. Easier too though.
I'ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
