08-05-2019, 12:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-05-2019, 12:44 AM by Roderick Carrington.)
Roger. Dear Roger. His favorite brother, if only because he was the only reason Roderick had passing grades.
They were wearing different colored shirts, but maybe if he switched the ties...
Frantically, he looked over his shoulder before crouching carefully by Roger, waving a hand close over his face to make sure he was truly asleep.
He heard footsteps. His shoulders bunched up like the hackles of a cat, and then he quickly tiptoed out of the room... though not out of earshot.
Look, Roger always had the smarter solutions.
They were wearing different colored shirts, but maybe if he switched the ties...
Frantically, he looked over his shoulder before crouching carefully by Roger, waving a hand close over his face to make sure he was truly asleep.
He heard footsteps. His shoulders bunched up like the hackles of a cat, and then he quickly tiptoed out of the room... though not out of earshot.
Look, Roger always had the smarter solutions.
