❝ are you trying to prove something to the family ? ❞ @perdefinitio. 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.
𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 ——– 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗. 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠 ——– it’s not what’s said, but rather, the bizarre fact that he’s being spoken to at all. barked commandments from others are much more familiar to him, words of instruction, not the words in the unfamiliar shape of an actual question. inquisition lurks in a clear gaze, but still does he ruminate on the other’s words. ❝ ... everyone is trying to prove somethin’ to this family. it’s part of the package. ❞ eventual words are carried on the cadence of a low grumble ; his tone gruff, murmured, quiet. ❝ ... there’s nothing particular about what i’m doing. nothin’ that anyone else isn’t doin’, too. ❞