( the urge to simply kick reggie as he's getting out is inordinately strong. the drive was, thankfully, silent, and as awkward as it may have been, it was better than having to look at reggie's smug face. the same glower from before is still plastered on sweet pea's face, and he flips reggie off as he climbs out of the car, rising to his full height where it's much easier to stare reggie down. the few inches he has on reggie is almost a dare in and of itself: call him princess one more time.
nah, it's not worth it. not yet, at least. sure, he's started fights over less, but he's attempting to restrain himself for the sake of ... civility.
he steps past reggie. granted, there's only a few feet between the car and the trailer, but he still calls over his shoulder: )
Don't get lost, Prince Charming. ( and proceeds to his front door, fishing his keys out of his shoulder bag. at this point, he doesn't really care if reggie follows him in or chickens out and leaves. )
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nah, it's not worth it. not yet, at least. sure, he's started fights over less, but he's attempting to restrain himself for the sake of ... civility.
he steps past reggie. granted, there's only a few feet between the car and the trailer, but he still calls over his shoulder: )
Don't get lost, Prince Charming. ( and proceeds to his front door, fishing his keys out of his shoulder bag. at this point, he doesn't really care if reggie follows him in or chickens out and leaves. )