The white sheep of the family
Unsurprisingly, Wessex rose to Loren's baiting. Letting out a huff of laughter, he grinned a bit lazily at her. ”Sure. I never claimed to be perfect, unlike some people here.” The implication of who, exactly, he was thinking of was clear (spoiler alert: it was her).
Raising his eyebrows at her next comment, he cocked his head to one side. ”And I’m surprised you’re willing to admit my superiority out loud. Thanks for finally acknowledging it.” His grin turned into a smirk, more than happy to continue lobbing insults until she eventually gave up.
Then some kid ran into the clearing and starting handing out presents like crazy. Taking another pull from his bottle, Loren called out when Wessex finished responding to the boy's question. "What, no introduction for me?"
Raising his eyebrows at her next comment, he cocked his head to one side. ”And I’m surprised you’re willing to admit my superiority out loud. Thanks for finally acknowledging it.” His grin turned into a smirk, more than happy to continue lobbing insults until she eventually gave up.
Then some kid ran into the clearing and starting handing out presents like crazy. Taking another pull from his bottle, Loren called out when Wessex finished responding to the boy's question. "What, no introduction for me?"
Will blood tell
