Talk to me, brother
12-24-2014, 03:54 PM
His brother would tap his shoulder gently before pulling away. An awkward chuckle would slip from his brothers inky lips, pulling his own lips into an uncertain grin. The conversation was awkward, everything was awkward. But he wanted that to change, he wanted things to go back to the way they used to be. I can't complain. What about you? His haunches would fold beneath him, his verdant gaze resting on his brother. Would things ever go back to the way they used to be? He certainly hoped so. He would slowly relax, steadily feeling at ease in his brothers presence. Perhaps one day things would be easy between them again, they could chat without awkwardly smiling at each other. Russet audits tipped forward in his brothers direction, looking attentively at the ebony boy. Speech, |