grumbling under his breathe, a hand finding the other's shoulder to steer him away from the poor neighbors. “ people that are far too polite for you to be sprawled out on their lawn at this hour. ”
giving a subtle but not so gentle →
Frankly, they both knew the neighbours saw far worse from him as a teenager. At least Billy just found it mildly amusing now.
Stumbling he managed to grab the trousers, fighting his way back into them. Mother... Right. The only reason he agreed to visit home at all.
"Let's -
tony stares, frustratiom written in his features. the neighbors had given him the heads up, it was embarrassment enough.
he shoves the pants he had picked up at his son. “ get yourself together, your mother expects you for lunch. ”
There's a groan, signs of life as he rolled over, then immediately grumbling at the sight of his father.
"Y'know I've started fights for less than that?"
Didn't mean Billy wasn't getting up, albeit unsteady.
"... You seen a pair of leather trousers nearby? I'm missing 'em."
standing over the other, completely unamused. looking around before giving a shove with his shoe.
“ get up, now. ” tony hissed, half tempted to drag the other by his arm onto his feet.
There are very few things he missed about 'home'-
Passing out in the neighbours fields and waking up with absolutely no memory of how he got there? That definitely wasn't one of them.
there's yet another party at the baddingham estate and he findself out in the garden with a cigar. turning his head to see the reader and with an exhale of smoke, he greets them.
there's yet another party at the baddingham estate and he findself out in the garden with a cigar. turning his head to see the reader and with an exhale of smoke, he greets them.