[ he finished every sudoku puzzle on hand in the first two days. max is sleeping in a puddle of his own drool, energy run out of him at breakfast time- when chuck had begun his regularly scheduled sprint- dog hot on his heels. he can barely make out the sound of some late nineties band playing from the driver's seat. where their fathers don't really sing so much as make noise from time to time and then punctuate this with long lapses of comfortable silence.
there isn't anything comfortable about the flick that finds the shell of his ear, and chuck jolts away from the contact- one hand brought up to the side of his head with a sharp- ] Oi- [ followed by a dirty look. he's likely got a patent on them by now, and hasn't appeared to run out of variations to dispense. ]
The hell was'at for?
[ they roll over uneven road, and chuck rocks with the same force that jostles their camper, but doesn't lose his balance. ]
no subject
there isn't anything comfortable about the flick that finds the shell of his ear, and chuck jolts away from the contact- one hand brought up to the side of his head with a sharp- ] Oi- [ followed by a dirty look. he's likely got a patent on them by now, and hasn't appeared to run out of variations to dispense. ]
The hell was'at for?
[ they roll over uneven road, and chuck rocks with the same force that jostles their camper, but doesn't lose his balance. ]