Nice flex, but I don't fuck with all the vanity
'Be careful not to fall.' Ever offers automatically, not meaning to sound as parental as he probably did. "Will you ask your dad?" Pausing, the boy's eyes dart toward the grass as he sucks both of his lips in and pins them beneath his teeth for a moment. "He scares me a little." Remi had never done anything to Ever of course, but having picked up on his own father's tension about the Lullaby, he was more cautious than he probably needed to be.
Itching his nose and leaving a bit of dirt there inadvertently, Ever shrugs. "Uhhmm....maybe we could write a letter instead." He suggests, knowing that his parents would never approve of him going to Torchline with Mateo as a chaperone.
Unwrapping his sandwich slowly and methodically, Ever considers the ratio of meat, to cheese, to vegetables, before taking a small bite. "My dad always gets a really big crease in his forehead. Right here." Pressing between his eyes to indicate, Ever shrugs and swallows. "My mom said we should have you and your dads over for dinner, and he choked on his food and spilled his wine all over the table."
Itching his nose and leaving a bit of dirt there inadvertently, Ever shrugs. "Uhhmm....maybe we could write a letter instead." He suggests, knowing that his parents would never approve of him going to Torchline with Mateo as a chaperone.
Unwrapping his sandwich slowly and methodically, Ever considers the ratio of meat, to cheese, to vegetables, before taking a small bite. "My dad always gets a really big crease in his forehead. Right here." Pressing between his eyes to indicate, Ever shrugs and swallows. "My mom said we should have you and your dads over for dinner, and he choked on his food and spilled his wine all over the table."
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