03-09-2020, 02:49 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]want me to teach you the measurements, odessa asked, earning a nonchalant lift of the shoulder from rory.
odessa. her name was odessa. pretty cool name, he had to admit. he hadn't heard anything like it before. he processes , nods , protruding out his bottom lip out casually , but he stays where he is , leaned against the counter. he doesn't want to cross any boundaries and doesn't want his boundaries crossed. even his crossed arms reflect that , as if to create a human barrier. it's when she her hands move along with her explanations does he soften , only slightly , by leaning in to investigate what she's got goin' on. it reminds him of his mom , almost. not bad , he thinks.
again , his skills are put to the test , when she raises the question on his ability to cut vegetables. his mother wasn't very keen on letting seven year old rory handle a butcher knife , so he hadn't quite done it before. still , rory is proud by nature , or maybe by learned behavior. either way , he is. he doesn't want to prove himself to be completely useless. [b]"i mean , yeah." he speaks before he thinks; a quick act. and then , quickly. revise. [b]"how hard can it be?" could it be similar to slicing an asshole trying to mug you? because if so , this could be proven to be as easy as bie.
he'd found a cutting board , out of many things. a carrot lays out before him , silently taunting him. he avoids glancing odessa's way as he steadies the carrot on the cutting board , beginning to slice it (rather unevenly) , but he's proud.
odessa. her name was odessa. pretty cool name, he had to admit. he hadn't heard anything like it before. he processes , nods , protruding out his bottom lip out casually , but he stays where he is , leaned against the counter. he doesn't want to cross any boundaries and doesn't want his boundaries crossed. even his crossed arms reflect that , as if to create a human barrier. it's when she her hands move along with her explanations does he soften , only slightly , by leaning in to investigate what she's got goin' on. it reminds him of his mom , almost. not bad , he thinks.
again , his skills are put to the test , when she raises the question on his ability to cut vegetables. his mother wasn't very keen on letting seven year old rory handle a butcher knife , so he hadn't quite done it before. still , rory is proud by nature , or maybe by learned behavior. either way , he is. he doesn't want to prove himself to be completely useless. [b]"i mean , yeah." he speaks before he thinks; a quick act. and then , quickly. revise. [b]"how hard can it be?" could it be similar to slicing an asshole trying to mug you? because if so , this could be proven to be as easy as bie.
he'd found a cutting board , out of many things. a carrot lays out before him , silently taunting him. he avoids glancing odessa's way as he steadies the carrot on the cutting board , beginning to slice it (rather unevenly) , but he's proud.