[ it’s strange that the little ball of warmth in his chest tells him he’s being cared for and that . . . swells, for a moment, when erwin comes in ready to take him home. strange because— erwin is not his father, and this was not his home, but for that second and maybe a few more moments after that, it felt that way, and disregarding what was completely wrong with santa rosita? he was actually okay with that. he wouldn’t mind having more of it if he could, even if he missed his father dearly was pretty sure he was dead along with his mother (falco was wrong) and knowing full well they would never be replaced.
but genuine care from a respected figure would always do this. he nods and feels his ears burn, puts the chalk down and flicks his hands to get rid of the strain whilst walking to his desk for his messenger bag. ]
Yes, sir, I— [ he’s emotional? he was an emotional kid. there’s a touch of strain in falco’s voice, but he’s good at swallowing it as he says, gratefully: ] thank you.
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but genuine care from a respected figure would always do this. he nods and feels his ears burn, puts the chalk down and flicks his hands to get rid of the strain whilst walking to his desk for his messenger bag. ]
Yes, sir, I— [ he’s emotional? he was an emotional kid. there’s a touch of strain in falco’s voice, but he’s good at swallowing it as he says, gratefully: ] thank you.
[ he has his back strapped and ready to go. ]