jonathanbittern:
jonathan stared at the flashlight weirdly when it turned back on. “dumb thing.” he dropped it to the ground carelessly. a small thud could be heard from it. “fine. aiwei.” only the question aiwei asked got him thinking and the first clear memory was him and his father counting money. and jonathan just got back into thinking something different once again. he immediately glared at him. “so? why can’t i be reading a book? is it wrong, you hairy potato?”
“...no,” he said, quiet as a mouse. he lowered his head, immediately regretting being there. “no, it’s not wrong, you can -- you can read, that’s okay,” he said quickly, pressing his lips at the insult. it wasn’t the worst thing he’d been called but he didn’t like the tone behind it.















