"i’m gonna have to get used to that, but i like it."
some meme i don’t remember / @hungres
“you do?” etan’s voice is lilted in a way that’s surprisingly to his own ears; a little too childish for a boy that’s so desperate to prove he’s a man. he’s a man, he can do whatever he wants, including putting green streaks of dye through his curly black hair. his mother was upset about it, he’s sure she’s ranted to eleanor tenfold about him ruining his beautiful curls, but the tiniest bit of approval from his mother’s friend matters more than he anticipated. he runs his fingers through his hair, expertly avoiding tangles that have for sure twisted themselves in the bed of his hair after putting bleach and more chemicals into it. there’s something of a blush on his cheeks—how much of a man can he be if he so easily becomes embarrassed by compliments? “i, uh——thank you?”
etan glances at his mother, sipping at her wine and her arms folded over her chest. he can tell she’s not impressed by her friend not chastising him like she had earlier. shoshana has always hated her sons inclination towards punk fashion, she’s made that more than clear; aharon may have given it up, but etan clings tightly, leather jacket and funky colored hair. his eyes lift towards eleanor and he smiles warmly. “mom absolutely hates it.”
