18.Feb.21, 04:00 PM
He screwed his face up in the biggest scowl he could manage, flinching away from the little bronze like it was a tunnel snake. He didn’t want anything to do with it now. Heat flushed his face again and he bit his lip, shaking his head. “Just…go away.” His voice wavered from anger to sadness, and he sniffled. “You’ve done plenty already, Zarel.” He glared at her, confusion and sadness in her eyes. He felt bad for making her feel bad, but she started it. She Impressed his firelizard.
It was by accident, though…she was trying to help. He was upset and angry, and he wanted so badly to blame something. It wasn’t his fault, was it? No! It couldn’t have been. He couldn’t blame himself for it. He supposed he could blame the coffee…but blaming a drink didn’t make sense…nothing made sense. Well, he wanted to blame something and the girl in front of him was the only thing left. Hmph.
“And I’ll be mad for however long I want.” Taydarell punctuated his point with a fist pounding the chair next to his thigh. And how did she expect to get more eggs?! The thought stung like ocean water on a skinned knee, and his pout deepened. She was making her way to the door, her prize—Jasper—in hand. At least she was leaving now.
Before she slipped out, he whipped around to face her on his seat, eyes pleading. “Just…promise to take the best care of him, okay?” The tears threatened to spill again as he waited anxiously for her reply. She would, he knew. She was always the most thoughtful girl in creché, always trying to be helpful and kind to everyone…but he wanted to hear her say she’d take care of the little bronze. Just to make sure.
It was by accident, though…she was trying to help. He was upset and angry, and he wanted so badly to blame something. It wasn’t his fault, was it? No! It couldn’t have been. He couldn’t blame himself for it. He supposed he could blame the coffee…but blaming a drink didn’t make sense…nothing made sense. Well, he wanted to blame something and the girl in front of him was the only thing left. Hmph.
“And I’ll be mad for however long I want.” Taydarell punctuated his point with a fist pounding the chair next to his thigh. And how did she expect to get more eggs?! The thought stung like ocean water on a skinned knee, and his pout deepened. She was making her way to the door, her prize—Jasper—in hand. At least she was leaving now.
Before she slipped out, he whipped around to face her on his seat, eyes pleading. “Just…promise to take the best care of him, okay?” The tears threatened to spill again as he waited anxiously for her reply. She would, he knew. She was always the most thoughtful girl in creché, always trying to be helpful and kind to everyone…but he wanted to hear her say she’d take care of the little bronze. Just to make sure.