( strange, how being told not to laugh is what ultimately inspires something close to a chuckle: a quick huff of air, tinged with amusement. )
No, I won’t.
( he prommies. he’s a good boy. )
The sun stays for a week in the dead of summer. Perhaps you would not miss it so much, then. ( he certainly could’ve done without it. the memory of those days has him pause to shake out his hair, followed by a soft sigh. ) That is… I’m sure your home is much nicer than mind. I’ve yet to hear of any where that wasn’t the case.
( for the exchange of not missing it so much during their stay here— maybe he also has the better deal, in the end. )
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No, I won’t.
( he prommies. he’s a good boy. )
The sun stays for a week in the dead of summer. Perhaps you would not miss it so much, then. ( he certainly could’ve done without it. the memory of those days has him pause to shake out his hair, followed by a soft sigh. ) That is… I’m sure your home is much nicer than mind. I’ve yet to hear of any where that wasn’t the case.
( for the exchange of not missing it so much during their stay here— maybe he also has the better deal, in the end. )