the scorpion's son

                                  ❝ —— you gotta BELIEVE in people, now,                                               kiddo. that’s, like, the KEY to optimism.                                               and if HE can’t do it—– well. we can                                               still have FUN in our own special way. ❞

        “fun? not sure i’m familiar with the term,” he teased with a smirk, looking up at the sky.

   “well, you think you might be overthinking it too much? like, you want them to work so bad, that you’re tensing yourself up and overthinking it? so… therefore nothing is coming out. maybe you’ve just gotta relax.” 

        he groaned, leaning back against the wooden outer wall and looking up at the clouds. they didn’t seem to be the same here.

        ❝ and then he’s like ‘ TUCK, i love you. ‘ can you believe that? like, he pays            for one vacation to prague and suddenly i’m CUFFED? anyway, i told him i            moved to connecticut and am really focusing on my studies in russian history.            oh — hey. how’s your week been? fill me in. you get laid? ❞

        “someone fell prey to your seductive charm-- what ever shall you do?” he smirked. “why would i have gotten laid? in fact, when would i have had time to get laid this week?”

                                       ❝ ——- LOOK, man. i’m not saying that,                                                      like, i’d let him wreck my shit.                                                      but i TOTALLY would, y’know,                                                      let him. destroy me. willingly. ❞

easy scoffs, taking a bite of his sandwich. easy’s cool with just about everybody and considers ‘just kickin it’ a sport, so it’s not a surprise that he’s able to have this conversation with monty, even if the boy’s about seven years older than him.