The white sheep of the family
As Weaver once again refused to let Loren know the identity of the other Advocates, Loren just smirked. "Fine. I'll just have to get the answer from Hotaru or Nate." Tone teasing, he raised his eyebrows at her.
"Nah, I don't like you. I just know how popular you are, and I'm using you to get accepted by the rest of the Halovians." However, his once again fond tone betrayed that for the lie it was. Taking the piece she offered, he nibbled on it happily. "Thanks. I've had to cook for multiple households. I guess it rubbed off on me at some point." He shrugged, not quite sure when exactly he'd developed the skill.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "Is it bad if I say I wouldn't mind a bit of boredom?" He gave her a chagrined and rueful smile.
"Nah, I don't like you. I just know how popular you are, and I'm using you to get accepted by the rest of the Halovians." However, his once again fond tone betrayed that for the lie it was. Taking the piece she offered, he nibbled on it happily. "Thanks. I've had to cook for multiple households. I guess it rubbed off on me at some point." He shrugged, not quite sure when exactly he'd developed the skill.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "Is it bad if I say I wouldn't mind a bit of boredom?" He gave her a chagrined and rueful smile.
Will blood tell
