The white sheep of the family
Loren shrugged, the motion almost comical given how he was currently positioned. ”Yes? No? Maybe? I don’t know.” He let out a long sigh. ”I don’t know anything anymore. I guess sometimes yes, sometimes no.” Hesitating, mouth still open, he eventually clamped it shut.
At the other man’s question, the Launceleyn shrugged again, ”What else would I do?” Straightening up, he rubbed his eyes. ”Abasi just opened his business and I...I guess I’m hoping things go well. Between us.” He bit his lip, then nodded at the texts in front of the other man. ”How’s the wagon coming along?” Then he found his fingers tapping again. ”Oh uh...my magic got weird. Well. New. And weird” He flushed again, the words tripping awkwardly off his tongue.
At the other man’s question, the Launceleyn shrugged again, ”What else would I do?” Straightening up, he rubbed his eyes. ”Abasi just opened his business and I...I guess I’m hoping things go well. Between us.” He bit his lip, then nodded at the texts in front of the other man. ”How’s the wagon coming along?” Then he found his fingers tapping again. ”Oh uh...my magic got weird. Well. New. And weird” He flushed again, the words tripping awkwardly off his tongue.
Will blood tell
