[He and Will come down the driveway like a crooked, four-legged thing, elbows linked and hands laced, horse clopping at their side. The second Mike sees his sister, he drops Will's hand with a startled jolt, and the other boy ushers the horse off towards the garage.
Turning down the front walk, Mike furrows his brow. His face is a mess, but he looks at Nancy more like a child ready to whine out excuses than a teenage boy who's been injured.]
I'm here.
[Purposely injected with sarcasm, but the effect ruined by fact that it sounds like he's talking through a gnarly head cold.]
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Date: 2021-05-01 03:53 pm (UTC)Turning down the front walk, Mike furrows his brow. His face is a mess, but he looks at Nancy more like a child ready to whine out excuses than a teenage boy who's been injured.]
I'm here.
[Purposely injected with sarcasm, but the effect ruined by fact that it sounds like he's talking through a gnarly head cold.]