zephyr
"Salt's good for yer skin. An' rivers don't have sharks." Probably. You think. You very much doubt it, anyway. Chuckling low you shake your head, trying to hide your smile as his enthusiasm and curiosity pique. "Dunno. Got a friend with a boat, though. Maybe he'll take ya out, if ya want."
You nearly choke when he brings up Sam, pausing for a second in your meanderings. "Teach ya t'read, eh?" Why hadn't it occurred to you he wouldn't know how to read? Shoving your hands back in your pockets, you fall back in behind him. "Sam's a good friend'a mine. Lives with me, actually. I reckon he'd enjoy that a fair bit." Giving purpose to the redhead would be good for him- he's been struggling. Maybe these two unlucky souls could find some happiness together.
You'd intended to walk him to his house, not to stick around, but you find yourself trailing inside. And no it's definitely not because you want to see Vai again - though when you do you'd be a liar if you said you didn't crack a smile, half-bashful, half amused. From behind her son you let your eyes track over her barely fucking clothed form, unable to resist noting that she's wearing far more than last time you were together.
Back to her face. Mind out of the gutter. "Vai," you greet in a low, warm rumble, amusement clear in your voice and face. "I found this wanderin' around. Thought it might be yours." You clap a hand on the boy's shoulder, the crooked smile still playing at your lips, a boyish flush darkening your cheeks.
You nearly choke when he brings up Sam, pausing for a second in your meanderings. "Teach ya t'read, eh?" Why hadn't it occurred to you he wouldn't know how to read? Shoving your hands back in your pockets, you fall back in behind him. "Sam's a good friend'a mine. Lives with me, actually. I reckon he'd enjoy that a fair bit." Giving purpose to the redhead would be good for him- he's been struggling. Maybe these two unlucky souls could find some happiness together.
You'd intended to walk him to his house, not to stick around, but you find yourself trailing inside. And no it's definitely not because you want to see Vai again - though when you do you'd be a liar if you said you didn't crack a smile, half-bashful, half amused. From behind her son you let your eyes track over her barely fucking clothed form, unable to resist noting that she's wearing far more than last time you were together.
Back to her face. Mind out of the gutter. "Vai," you greet in a low, warm rumble, amusement clear in your voice and face. "I found this wanderin' around. Thought it might be yours." You clap a hand on the boy's shoulder, the crooked smile still playing at your lips, a boyish flush darkening your cheeks.
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
