once the hat was comfortably on his head . shielding him from the sun , he speaks again ..
" and if anyone comes to bother us . —— swing this around . " the hook in his hand rolls out of his palm and straight into the others lap . +
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he almost goes back to what he’s
doing before he hears the mumble.
a pause, as the weight of his hat
seems ever so clear now.
max, for as much as his hat gets
stolen from him, doesn’t exactly
like
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oh now * that’s a surprise. stiffens
up slightly before going very still.
now, they could take a picture for
blackmail. but he already has that
favor in store… so they just hope
their should is comfortable.
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" a date . " he spoke with a snide . " my youngest sister ? "
a look of disappointment washes over his features , regrettably knowing one of the smees has now become his responsibility .
" huh .
have you eaten' yet ? "
"yeah! something something about a date or something ! don't remember."
he's still jumping up and down, hands in pockets. a shrug.
"dunno where dad is. gone. maybe out with the milk. who knows."