closed starter | @mickxkyle
“Hello? Hey, it’s me. I’m gonna need your professional opinion,” Gideon started, phone pressed to his cheek, his voice wavering slightly in something mimicking distress. He wasn’t as nuanced at faking emotions as his older brother, but he figured he may as well give it a shot. Relaxing back fully against one of the comfortable chairs his father’s cushy house seemed to be filled with, he gently ran his fingers over his lips, assessing how deep the gash was and filing the information away for later.











