#daaad

He is often vigilant, though this trait is not a conscious one, enhanced senses have left him with little choice. He hears the paper crumple, can hear the folds shift when it is rolled between Captain Vought’s fingers. He pays no mind to the little details, maybe if he had . . .

He hears the little paper ball fly through the air, doesn’t think to dodge until it ricochets off his face, tumbling to the floor with the barest bounce off the padding of his suit for good measure.

> unprompted from leon. he peels off the bit of straw that is left on the straw, some places do it some don’t, he doesn’t understand it but he’ll take it—- ball it up and throw it directly at his son’s cheek. before he takes the straw to his lips, rocking on his heels like he’s the most innocent. @warspun

He looks almost offended before he realizes just how stupid that would make him look, instead John rolls his eyes like a prepubescent teenager on the verge of throwing a tantrum and stomping his feet, as if he did not consider shooting a laser at the little white ball on the floor just because he feels like it.

Blue gaze snaps from the offending item to father's form, casual demeanor does little to soothe the younger man. If Leon were anyone else, the glare he casts in father’s direction would have literally burned a hole straight through him.

God forbid you do something nice, and bring your father a milkshake.

" Daaad. Do you really think I'm going to need a box? Cause I need two. Pretty please? " Okay, he doesn't. Hell, he's hardly dating, if at all nowadays anyway. But it was an impulse, sometimes. Isaac wasn't really sure how to handle people caring about him. Laughing it off and making them uncomfortable? That he had plenty of practice with.