LOREN
Finishing his swig, Loren slipped the mostly empty flask into his pocket. Smirking at Harper, the healer let out a huff of laughter. "It's a date." Tone still wicked, he winked at the other man. "I'm looking forward to it." Turning to face the front, the Launceleyn found his eyes crinkling with amusement and his lips grinning in anticipation.
Letting go of the rock Harper, Loren held onto the rest with his telekinesis. "So you're a shower then?" Voice still suggestive, he turned another corner, eyes narrowing as he saw not only that the hedges were quite narrow, but also that there was a pair of squirrels chittering on a branch ahead of them, the left.
He shot his rock towards one of them, and it ducked out of the way. "Yes!" it practically shouted at him, hiding itself from view within the hedge.
Letting go of the rock Harper, Loren held onto the rest with his telekinesis. "So you're a shower then?" Voice still suggestive, he turned another corner, eyes narrowing as he saw not only that the hedges were quite narrow, but also that there was a pair of squirrels chittering on a branch ahead of them, the left.
He shot his rock towards one of them, and it ducked out of the way. "Yes!" it practically shouted at him, hiding itself from view within the hedge.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
