LOCKE
He rolls his eyes, "I doubt that's true at all. Can't imagine you ever looking bad. Do like the contrast though. As weird as it is.." His face is red all over again, the biggest confession he'll give her right now. He hums softly, turning to look at her. "M'sure you look like her. All my sisters looked like Mom." There's the implied he looks like his father but he doesn't say it. It's not trauma bonding time right now.
He stands next to her, watching her pile up the sand for a second before sitting next to her. The sand is warm on his skin and it helps him focus on the present. "A little. I'm not used to having pretty words directed at me. Typically something mean or rude is more my style? Maybe tell me how much of a horrible person I am." He snorts, shoveling sand towards the pile she's making. It's little but it's fun to build something with her.
He stands next to her, watching her pile up the sand for a second before sitting next to her. The sand is warm on his skin and it helps him focus on the present. "A little. I'm not used to having pretty words directed at me. Typically something mean or rude is more my style? Maybe tell me how much of a horrible person I am." He snorts, shoveling sand towards the pile she's making. It's little but it's fun to build something with her.
I'ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
