06-03-2022, 03:23 PM
Like clay rapidly hardening, Ropati’s damning smile plastered itself in place as she bounded up. Well, shit. He’d meant to look non-threatening, not approachable.
He blinked when he saw her face. She was a bit older than he expected to be out playing with rocks.
“Just the end of a long day, little miss,” he answered, pausing to wipe sweat-beaded glasses on his breast pocket.
He kept pushing and walking, though his stride had slowed out of knee-jerk sympathy. Something told him this one wasn’t done with him yet.
“How about you? Did you find the right rock?”
What did British children concern themselves with at her age, other than finding work, having an early mid-life crisis, and fighting in the street? He still had a faded partial bite mark on his hand from breaking up that one.
He blinked when he saw her face. She was a bit older than he expected to be out playing with rocks.
“Just the end of a long day, little miss,” he answered, pausing to wipe sweat-beaded glasses on his breast pocket.
He kept pushing and walking, though his stride had slowed out of knee-jerk sympathy. Something told him this one wasn’t done with him yet.
“How about you? Did you find the right rock?”
What did British children concern themselves with at her age, other than finding work, having an early mid-life crisis, and fighting in the street? He still had a faded partial bite mark on his hand from breaking up that one.
