LOREN
Oliver definitely didn’t need to shift to be heard. As was typical, Loren had been in the kitchen. However, rather than prepping anything, he’d just been staring blankly at the wall.
At the other man’s call, though, the summoner sighed. Then he padded out to the main area. "Everything all right?" However, the sight that greeted him halted him in his tracks.
Eyes wide, he just stared at the tarp, the canvas, the cans of paint. Then he sighed and rubbed his temples. "What are you doing?" His voice was nearly inflectionless, and when he finally lowered his hands, there was a neutral, but tired mask on his face.
At the other man’s call, though, the summoner sighed. Then he padded out to the main area. "Everything all right?" However, the sight that greeted him halted him in his tracks.
Eyes wide, he just stared at the tarp, the canvas, the cans of paint. Then he sighed and rubbed his temples. "What are you doing?" His voice was nearly inflectionless, and when he finally lowered his hands, there was a neutral, but tired mask on his face.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
