LOREN
Yes, Loren looked like a skeleton as much as he looked like a ghost. However, seeing as Beatrix hadn’t actually asked him a question, he wasn’t exactly going to answer her. Besides, just because he looked bad didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of doing what he needed to. And that was all that really mattered.
To him at least: other people didn’t really get to have opinions if they were only going to be in his life sporadically. As she said she was looking for candy, the summoner opened a cabinet and pulled out a bag of honey candies. He’d taken to stocking them after her return, seeing how much she liked them; it wasn’t his fault she was never around to ask him for some.
Placing the bag on the counter before him, he stepped back and leaned against the counter opposite it. ”I don’t like candy.” It was way too sweet for his tastes, probably because he’d been denied every luxury growing up. ”How’s your magic coming along?” Although he probably should’ve been training her, again, he’d barely seen her, and he had a lot else on his plate. Still, if she wanted some help, he’d be more than happy to do what he could.
To him at least: other people didn’t really get to have opinions if they were only going to be in his life sporadically. As she said she was looking for candy, the summoner opened a cabinet and pulled out a bag of honey candies. He’d taken to stocking them after her return, seeing how much she liked them; it wasn’t his fault she was never around to ask him for some.
Placing the bag on the counter before him, he stepped back and leaned against the counter opposite it. ”I don’t like candy.” It was way too sweet for his tastes, probably because he’d been denied every luxury growing up. ”How’s your magic coming along?” Although he probably should’ve been training her, again, he’d barely seen her, and he had a lot else on his plate. Still, if she wanted some help, he’d be more than happy to do what he could.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
