[ He grimaces at the scolding, arms folding over his chest and shoulders hunching up a little around his ears. Defensive. A bit like a hissing cat.
Apparently he’s unused to being on the receiving end of a lecture, or at least unused to having to actually sit through one. Usually any attempts to tell him he’d done wrong went in one ear, out the other, or he’d decide not to suffer it and wander off. Harder to do either of those things when the person doing the haranguing is literally the only person he can talk to.
When was the last time he was reprimanded like this, anyway? Surely not since he was old enough to think a skinned knee or a ripped shirt was enough to bring about the end of days.
He finds he doesn’t like it. ]
I said I was sorry, didn’t I?
[ It’s not the first time he’s had to apologize for scaring her, but usually those apologies were lip service at best, said while he was still grinning or laughing. This is likely the first time he says it with any hint of sincerity. He shifts his weight, glancing over at the vegetables on the board to avoid meeting her gaze, but when she continues on, his contrite (if embarrassed) expression turns flat. His arms drop to his sides, hands resting on his hips, and he looks over at her, finally, unimpressed. ]
Alright. Now you’re just bein’ dramatic. If you were hackin’ away at carrots like that, I think we’d have bigger things to worry about.
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Apparently he’s unused to being on the receiving end of a lecture, or at least unused to having to actually sit through one. Usually any attempts to tell him he’d done wrong went in one ear, out the other, or he’d decide not to suffer it and wander off. Harder to do either of those things when the person doing the haranguing is literally the only person he can talk to.
When was the last time he was reprimanded like this, anyway? Surely not since he was old enough to think a skinned knee or a ripped shirt was enough to bring about the end of days.
He finds he doesn’t like it. ]
I said I was sorry, didn’t I?
[ It’s not the first time he’s had to apologize for scaring her, but usually those apologies were lip service at best, said while he was still grinning or laughing. This is likely the first time he says it with any hint of sincerity. He shifts his weight, glancing over at the vegetables on the board to avoid meeting her gaze, but when she continues on, his contrite (if embarrassed) expression turns flat. His arms drop to his sides, hands resting on his hips, and he looks over at her, finally, unimpressed. ]
Alright. Now you’re just bein’ dramatic. If you were hackin’ away at carrots like that, I think we’d have bigger things to worry about.