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@murderpuzzle
Lucas drops the bag of skittles with a huff, throwing the bag back down into the display while his Momma isn’t lookin’. “I ain’t even touched em’ yet!” The man grumbles, his hands quickly stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. She don’t get him shit no more. He knows it’s probably because the old man keeps tellin’ her not to spoil him…. that he needs to move the fuck out and get a damn job or whatever the hell else the old bastard says. Fuck him.
“Momma, we don’t have any at home. We ran out a while ago! We can’t just get one bag?” It would feel real damn nice to aim a nice kick at the nearest display box but he’s holdin’ it in. If Zoe asked for some goddamned candy, she’d buy it for her.
She stares him down as he goes through his theatrics, lips pursed in irritation. She isn't quick to anger, but it's easy to see when he's getting on her last nerve. She'd be angrier if it wasn't for the fact that she knows this is her own fault.
"Lucas, I said no!"
She should've stopped buying him bullshit years ago and encouraged him to get a job. It's just always been so easy to be soft on him. Lord knows he's always gotten enough discipline from his father. He's not lacking in guidance.
Besides… She knows better than to take Lucas to the grocery store with her. He gets bored without his little gadgets. She just thought it would be good for him to get out of the house for once, (and get out of Zoe's hair.) Maybe she's being too harsh.
"Go grab something else. No candy. Get those chips you like so much."
