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█ 35. Get a piercing.
Hope knew he was entering the rebellious stage of his early teenage peaks. But he’d never doubted he’d go this far.
❝ Are you sure about this?❞ He asked once again though the shroud of silvery bangs, thumbs clinging on loops of his third way cut cargo with the regret that settled in for the entirety of the ten minutes on the way there.
The taller black-haired figure scoffed at his inward rejection, hanging an arm around the shorter and pulling him closer.❝ Well you shouldn’t of come if ya didn’t want to, and, here you are.❞ Just before slapping his shoulder in a friendly manner.❝ Might as well get it over and done with now. I mean, how shocked would your parents really be, huh?❞ Hope simply watches on with a quiet gaze as the other twirls his hand around, becoming a latest distraction.
❝ Just tell them… it’s a teenage drive thing or whatever.
You’re always good with coming up with ways to dodge the question.
No sweat, right? ❞
Trying to cover the dry lump in his throat, or the attempt to be rid of it the teen nodded, flying locks everywhere like a silver halo. His green focuses on merging finger between the gaps.❝ I guess…it’s a once in a lifetime thing. It’s not like a tattoo, so I’ll go for it. ❞
❝That’s the spirit!❞ And just like that the two past through the entrance of the shop. What was going through the boy’s mind, who knew.
Eyes traveled through the options, making a list of dismissals and possibilities. Something conspicuous …like. Ah!
❝ That one.❞ The small digit points it intended picture, the older man in the counter eyes at him cautiously but eventually breaks his hold.
Soon he finds himself at the chair in the capture of the workers. Many emotions bottled up and then a sharp pain pierces through, making the curling fist tighten white and Maker! The words echoed weren’t ones meant for public ears. Minutes pass and Hope catches up with his companion- who’d also gained a piercing himself. Lightly touching the upper ear ring, pink flesh forms a smile.❝ Thanks for making me come, even if-❞ the words come short temporarily to stifle a laugh brought to his lips.
❝ Even if my mom and dad kill me for this. ❞














