His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
You rest your chin on the back of your chair, tapping fingers on the wood while Ki clambers back off your head and onto your shoulder, demanding to be let loose on the table. Obediently your arm extends, though your eyes stay on Sam. His panicked comment about the state of your house earns a single, sudden, embarrassed laugh, abruptly dislodging the chameleon.
"Ay, now, it ain't that bad." Except that it absolutely is, and a flush has quickly crept up your neck, which you rub at awkwardly. "Wasn' always this bad. I'll put it together... yer a guest. Don' need t'do my dishes." Your voice is rough with uncomfortable emotion. You really shouldn't have let it get this bad. It's a fucking sty, Zeph. If El could see this-
Abruptly you stand, extending a hand to Sam. "C'mon. Let's grab some grub, an' I'll clean up tomorrow. I know a decent enough place."
"Ay, now, it ain't that bad." Except that it absolutely is, and a flush has quickly crept up your neck, which you rub at awkwardly. "Wasn' always this bad. I'll put it together... yer a guest. Don' need t'do my dishes." Your voice is rough with uncomfortable emotion. You really shouldn't have let it get this bad. It's a fucking sty, Zeph. If El could see this-
Abruptly you stand, extending a hand to Sam. "C'mon. Let's grab some grub, an' I'll clean up tomorrow. I know a decent enough place."
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
