#evan answer

Evan loudly sniffles from his hiding spot underneath the table, curled up in the saddest little ball one might have ever seen. Micheal and his friends had cornered him outside and in trying to run away chaos he managed to cut up his chin and bruise his knee from the fall. 

“I’m f-f-fine.”

Evan lightly sniffles, looking at his suit mate with those big sad eyes. Or well what little of his eyes could be seen between his slightly fainter ghostly form and the mess of hair and bandages.

“But C-C-Cassidy….if you're always an-angry then…then you’ll t-t-turn into a sour r-raisin! I….I th-think someone told me th-that once….I th-think.”

He can’t see the face if he thinks about it, blurry like wet chalk drawings, but he remembers very curly sort of blonde hair.

Evan was not a very expresful child compared to his peers,except when Micheal caused over-stimulation which brought about bad emotions, but if you knew him well you knew what the little things meant. Like how when the head turn he had when noticing Spring Bonnie turned into a soft small smile. Oh that smile, that small soft raise of his lips and the twinkle in his eyes might as well be a large ear to ear grin. No fuss either when the rabbit had picked him up into a bunny hug, a special hug permission list with the only other members his papa, mama, and sometimes Liz.

The basket is taken gently, again not like most children who’d be ripping into it the second it was given, and the plush rabbit is given an approval once Evan takes it out and proceeds to bury his face in it for a moment. The words take him a moment because he’s determined not to stutter for this nice gift.

“....Thank you.”