while his gold gaze remained glued to her own, his attention briefly dropped to the hand on his leg. it didn’t mean anything, other than that she was serious, and his attempt to lighten the mood had failed. he figured that much.

the words that came from her frustration caught him off-guard, but they were cut short when roman came running up with his dewott and their krabby corpse in tow. his eyes involuntarily turned in his son’s direction. a moment later, the smell hit him.

”aw, come on, guys. that’s so gross.”

his nose wrinkled at their rotten find, and his hand gestured, ”ronin, go throw it away somewhere.”

even as he grimaced at the new situation at hand, his thoughts quickly wandered back to what willow had been saying. the problem was that he wasn’t stupid?

what did that mean?

willow atkins

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