#kindgrows

.......... call me out

‘you.’ maybe he wouldn’t have wished for him by name and certainly not in the form of a billionaire, boy genius. but, he’d have wished for something to make him better. happier. more, maybe? yeah. definitely more. it’s cheesy--- too cheesy, by any reasonable standard, but ren’s nose doesn’t scrunch. his head doesn’t duck. his eyes stay steadily locked with ridley’s, more than comfortable to be stared back at. staring isn’t quite the right word, though it would’ve done the trick back home. gazing feels more accurate. more them. it occurs to ren, not for the first time, that despite the tone, there’s no warmer color than robinson blue.

    “you know i’ve never punched anyone that didn’t deserve it.” in fact, xanthe can count on one hand the number of times she’s hit anyone period. violence wasn’t a big factor in the o’brien household, not when she, her mother, and her brother were more than capable of fighting their battles with words. “if i’m challenged to a duel can i count on you to be my second?”

keep me in your prayers.. i don’t actually want any help i just like getting attention..