boyharsh.
eyes cross to stare accusingly at the red patch along the bridge of pale nose – it seems he isn’t quite used to the ugandan sun just yet. “ i know that it’s nuh-nothing c-cuh-compared to you, elder, but it hurts like c-cuh-criminy ! ”
he smiles as he shuffles through a drawer in his room, pulling out a water bottle that was full of a jelly-like substance. “ ah- here it is ! the africans were nice enough to show us how to deal with sunburn, and they let me collect this for emergencies. it’s aloe vera, does wonders to cool you down.” connor knows his own sunburn situation is worse, scorching heat across his freckled nose, forehead, and cheeks, and his back and arms are hardly any better. he shakes the bottle to ease the jelly closer to the top, “ here, do you want to put it on ? it’ll cool you off, and make it hurt a little less. ”