try smiling at them. see what happens.
“I'M KIND BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BE” PROMPTS
Septimus leaned back in a chair, kicking his feet up onto the porch rails, and sighed as he let out a puff of smoke slowly from between his lips. The sun was still a little ways off from setting, it was not quite hot enough out to be too warm. Still holding the chilling bite of winter, every so often throughout the days, “Huh.” Wondering what his other siblings were up to, the Murray's were a large family. They had been a prominent family in a medical supply family for quite some time. His own father, Colden, was lost for a long time until he wasn't. Now all he and his siblings did most of the day was be prospective nepo babies. Still considering the other words he lifted the can of soda he was drinking from and took a gulp out of it. Before swallowing “Why do I have to, though?”
Leaning up then, he sets the can back down onto a table at his side, his feet no on the poor floor. Pushing himself up he walked toward the railing and leaned over, peaking around the vastness of his family estate, quirking an eyebrow “Why am I the one that has to do the work?” Looking back at them, he sighed “It's fucking annoying, you know. Not every smile works as a cure-all. Sometimes a fuck just needs punched in the face, you know? Maybe that'll correct his aura or whatever.” He had never been a very positive person. Growing up in abstract isolation while everyone around him was free to come and go as often and as able as they liked. Septimus was often confined to the house, because of his back and needing a wheelchair.
Though he could walk, obviously, he had to do so on limited time. There was no walking across the open field of his family's estate. He had to stay near the house. If they were out, he couldn't walk around for hours on end and needed to stop to rest. Bringing the cigarette to his lips he narrowed his eyes “I'm not trying to impress people though. They want to be like that because they think they can control me, well, then fuck them.” Septimus muttered coldly with the cigarette between his lips.
