clint / @kriiegspiel
The blond boy’s brow furrowed in focus as he paid close attention to the other’s lips.
( ) ( You don’t need to be a (ditch?) about it. ) ( Sorry. (??) ) ( mmmm help you get that down )
“What’d you jus’ call me!?—Oh.—You will?” Clint settled down pretty fast after the other boy offered to help. Least that meant he wasn’t some jack-weasel who’d just run off. “–Sorry. Jus’ I’m dead meat if I don’t get that back. It’s not mine.” Clint sighed as he looked upwards, hands on his hips. “—Aw…Man. That’s really up there. We’re gonna have to climb.”
when the other kid’s eyes narrow, mike does THE SAME. squinting his confusion into a flint of what then, turns into a strange feeling of curiosity. it’s like he didn’t hear him, didn’t understand a single word mike said, but the change in attitude is a sudden turnaround on his wondering. mike peps instead, nodding more enthusiastically as he stretches his face into a smile. ❝ YEAH! ❞ he takes a step closer, rubbing his palms over scratchy fabric of his jeans before giving the tree a dirty look. the arrow was high as hell into the tree, which only made sense. because why would it ever be easy? mike grunts a soft sound. an annoyed sound. ❝ i mean yeah, of course i’ll help. m’mike. ❞ turning to face him, he holds out a hand. ❝ so, you any good at climbin’ trees? ❞













