Wark Wark Wark

Rico.

Wide grey eyes snapped up. “Yes?”

The encased man tilted his head and blinked at him. You’re laughing.

The young man grunted and ran a hand through his hair, grabbing his glasses before they fell. “I feel like I’m in high school.”

Simon snorted. Squabbles of children?

“Eh, you could say that.” Rico shrugged. “Being your favourite has its perks.”

Simon shook his head. Leave the children alone, he admonished.

“Who me?” The General fell silent. Rico frowned at him. “Simon?”

You’re visiting your father soon?

“Yeah, for a week. Old man’s been getting lonely.”

Take care.

“Yes Mother.”

[100]

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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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