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"Alois, where's your cardigan? I liked that one..."
Alois shrugged plainly "I gave it to someone who needs it more, I'm a nice guy dad. I just like making enemies..." he stood up, tossing the controller to Lawrence and stretched "You can go play, I'm a little tired now...I have school tomorrow." he yawned as he lazily headed towards the stairs, and slowly pulled his legs to make them walk up the steps. At the background, he heard his father playing a co-op battle with a random stranger from PSN, and the sound of guns echoed from the speakers as he made his way into his room and slammed it shut.
He looked over to his table and grabbed his math book, stuffing it into his bag. After he took it off from the desk, the picture he snuck away from the box yesterday lay flat on his table. It was him and Farrah, one of their best shots together. She was beautiful, she looked like an angel. He remembered whenever he stared at her, it felt like he was staring at himself - and bet without all that make-up, it still would be like that.
He grabbed the photo and lay on his bed, staring at it fondly as a flood of memories came into his brain like a tidal wave. "Listen you." he told the Farrah in the picture as he stared at it "I will always be your hero, got it? Always. But for now I'll lay low, because it seemed like you don't appreciate my efforts - I'll be looking forward to what kind of feat your hobo hero has come up with." and with that he tucked the photo inside his bedside drawer and stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night.
Alois shrugged plainly "I gave it to someone who needs it more, I'm a nice guy dad. I just like making enemies..." he stood up, tossing the controller to Lawrence and stretched "You can go play, I'm a little tired now...I have school tomorrow." he yawned as he lazily headed towards the stairs, and slowly pulled his legs to make them walk up the steps. At the background, he heard his father playing a co-op battle with a random stranger from PSN, and the sound of guns echoed from the speakers as he made his way into his room and slammed it shut.
He looked over to his table and grabbed his math book, stuffing it into his bag. After he took it off from the desk, the picture he snuck away from the box yesterday lay flat on his table. It was him and Farrah, one of their best shots together. She was beautiful, she looked like an angel. He remembered whenever he stared at her, it felt like he was staring at himself - and bet without all that make-up, it still would be like that.
He grabbed the photo and lay on his bed, staring at it fondly as a flood of memories came into his brain like a tidal wave. "Listen you." he told the Farrah in the picture as he stared at it "I will always be your hero, got it? Always. But for now I'll lay low, because it seemed like you don't appreciate my efforts - I'll be looking forward to what kind of feat your hobo hero has come up with." and with that he tucked the photo inside his bedside drawer and stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night.