Puppy and Pup. (And Evan)
Oct 26, 2010 0:09:08 GMT -5
Post by Evan Brackett on Oct 26, 2010 0:09:08 GMT -5
Sometimes Evan took things a little too literally. This was one of those times. While it may have been obvious that the puppy didn't need the boy's full attention, he was too worried about not screwing up to care. It wasn't his fault that he tried so hard. And despite the first incident of eye-wandering, he continued to lose track of what he was doing as he picked up on other distractions around him.
Levi did return eventually, however, and Van handed the leash to its rightful owner. "I bet some WD-40 will fix that squeak," he helpfully suggested, "Dunno how it does with antiques, though." The brunette shrugged at the mention of the comic books, missing the implication for obvious reasons. "I never got into that kinda thing." Evan didn't have anything against anyone who did, but it wasn't the hobby for him. He still preferred regular novels.
“Nah, we didn‘t have any problems,” he translated for the dog. "I don‘t mind, really. I'm glad you did," he said with a smile. This was one of the few cases where he didn't mind being clumsy, and he was actually grateful to have met someone new. "I wasn't doing anything important anyway." Drawing itself was important to him, but procrastination was not something to be proud of.
Evan ran a hand through his hair while he thought of an excuse to stick around. What else was there to say, other than good-bye? "So I guess I'll see you around town?" he tried, and not just because he was still procrastinating. There was no mistaking the hint of hope in his tone. It was disappointing that he wouldn't be able to see Levi at school, but it wasn't like Pilot Ridge was a huge city. He silently promised himself he would visit downtown more often, if only to increase the chances of meeting the other boy again.
Levi did return eventually, however, and Van handed the leash to its rightful owner. "I bet some WD-40 will fix that squeak," he helpfully suggested, "Dunno how it does with antiques, though." The brunette shrugged at the mention of the comic books, missing the implication for obvious reasons. "I never got into that kinda thing." Evan didn't have anything against anyone who did, but it wasn't the hobby for him. He still preferred regular novels.
“Nah, we didn‘t have any problems,” he translated for the dog. "I don‘t mind, really. I'm glad you did," he said with a smile. This was one of the few cases where he didn't mind being clumsy, and he was actually grateful to have met someone new. "I wasn't doing anything important anyway." Drawing itself was important to him, but procrastination was not something to be proud of.
Evan ran a hand through his hair while he thought of an excuse to stick around. What else was there to say, other than good-bye? "So I guess I'll see you around town?" he tried, and not just because he was still procrastinating. There was no mistaking the hint of hope in his tone. It was disappointing that he wouldn't be able to see Levi at school, but it wasn't like Pilot Ridge was a huge city. He silently promised himself he would visit downtown more often, if only to increase the chances of meeting the other boy again.