he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t overheard lucas. in fact, samir knew what was coming. he’d been the one to suggest such an action to the child, and though it would be obvious to his two lovers, he would deny for as long as he could manage. “punching him, huh?” the male murmurs, a laugh following his words. thankfully, wesley seemed to be impressed by the boy’s actions, and maybe he wouldn’t be scolded for giving the advice. “wonder who taught him to do that?”
“punching him?” mitali repeats, words lagging slightly behind samir’s. dark hues flicker between wesley and samir for a moment, attempting to process both of their reactions before commenting on the situation. “oh– really, sam?” he snorts, eyes rolling as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. “you’re the only one who’s been involved in fights. i wonder who told him to do that?” a brow quirks slightly, staring at the dark-haired male for a moment longer before shifting his attention to wesley. “did he get in trouble? like… does he have to miss school now?”
Wesley snickered as he turned to look at Samir, “Yeah, I wonder who...” he rolled his eyes as he shook his head, a light chuckle slipping past his lips. He snaked his arm around Mitali’s waist as he playfully glared at his other lover, “Please don’t teach him anything that’ll involve him going to jail when he grows up,” he said with a small smile, “But at least he’s defending himself, right?” he shook his head, “Nah, the parents of the kid’s not too happy, though. But I don’t think they’re gonna do anything about it.” Lips pressed into a thin line, “We’re not gonna give Lucas any electronics for a week, okay?”
