β§. ββ β β the nonsense has ππ¬πππ₯ππππ.β β β volleyball player, exβotter.β a silly guy striving for peΜ²rfection to avoid disappointing his parents.
β
β β β β β β ππ£ππ ππππππππππ’. LIS oc. brother to gilbert. exβotter, now in the volleyball team. fears disappointing his parents. ππ. both muse π¬Ί mun are 18β.
β β β β β β #lisrp#lifeisstrangerp
β
ezra feels like he's been caught doing something illegal. something bad. his cheeks are flush with colour, warmth spreading down his neck and up to the tips of his ears.
he's ashamed.
β . . . β
π’π³π¦ πΊπ°πΆ π°π¬π’πΊ. it reminds him of kevin, earlier, when he'd seen ezra +
- clearly surprised by the revelation, before they soften.
". . . Are you okay?" he faintly asks, reaching down to hold Ezra's hand, eyes wide. There's a slight waver in his tone as he gazes imploringly at the other's face - a wanting to connect again.
"Who did that to you?"
knife, gaze now lingering on the hand that gil is holding. ezra blinks, again and again, his throat tightening as something prickles his eyes. he sniffles.
β no β, he whispers, so softly it's barely even audible, voice wavering, β i'm not okay. β
he doesn't answer the +
funnily enough, ezra had forgotten about it for the most part, until now. he looks at gil, and swallows thickly, rapidly blinking.
β i . . . i had a scuffle with β- someone. β it's clear he changes his mind about telling who it was at the last second. he looks down, +
With the excitement of what's been happening all around them, Gil hasn't had a chance to properly look at Ezra.
In the middle of carving pumpkins, he glances over, and what he sees makes his chest tighten.
A hand reaches out - fingertips gently brushing the skin around it, -
β yeah. good on me. β
he listens, his mind buffering as he attempts to think it over, still not meeting kevin's eye. he closes his own, sighing softly.
yeah. what does he have to lose at this point .α£
β β¦ sure. what do you suggest .α£ β
"And we'll want to keep it that way! Nothing worse than the licks you have already taken. Good on you for hitting back, though! Maybe that'll catch you a break."
He sets his hands on his hips, thinking this over.
"If you want, we can workshop an exit strategy for you ~
right away, probably. i did β- i punched back, you know, this time. β
his voice quietens slightly at the admission, and he lifts the ice pack back to cover the bruise.
β wells is just worried, i dunno. β
β nah, it ain't the worst i've ever got. β
he chuckles softly, a smidge of playfulness entering his voice despite the topic being quite dark. but humour is the best way he knows to cope with anything, including this.
β don't worry, i β¦ it won't happen again. at least, not +
Kevin hisses in sympathy as the bruise is revealed beneath the ice pack.
"Ssssss... ouch. That looks painful." Glancing in the direction Ezra came from, the principal's office... yeah, this runs deep.
"So I'm guessing the guy who did this can't be pinned down by the ~
ezra follows his brother around like a puppy, checking out stands and stalls to see what's on offer. he grabs a piece of pumpkin pie there and a mug of apple cider here, and there's a small smile on his face for the first time in ages.
he even lets out a laugh, grinning.
+