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them wrinkles they got," he tacked on, making me snort and giggle at the same time, his face smiling up at me from his good side.
The other side didn't move with his expressions, the scar tissue freezing his face in place, the way that it was, but he had these huge expressive eyes that told you what his body couldn't.
How did I miss that when I came in here- the scars? And how did I not notice at first?
Not that it was really anything to me, anyways, him having scars - it doesn’t change who he is on the inside- but they really stand out, the angry red and purple tissue a stark contrast to his fair complexion and very youthful face.
You really couldn’t miss them.
I don’t know how I had.
But then again, that's not really me - worrying about how others look or actively trying to seek out things like that.
Being judged about my own unpolished shell, I could care less about people's outer wrapping.
Plus, I was a little busy worrying about Aunt Ruthie , I reminded myself.
"Hmmm. You think so?" I asked curiously, hiding my amusement at his bold statement.
"Sure," he agreed, nodding his little head vigorously, candy stuffed into the side of his cheek.
He looked like a cute little chipmunk with it crammed in there like that, cheek puffing out at the side.
So cute.
"Makes me think their brains must be full of them too. Probably slows ‘em down some.” Little lips pursed, he was completely serious, sweet little face scrunched up in thought.
I burst out laughing, but quickly smothered it, letting it fade into a pretend coughing fit.
Whoops. Heh. Heh.
Ha! Ha! This kid is awesome!
"I wouldn't say that too loudly," I whispered to him confidentially, leaning in a little, a smile quirking my lips, "there are quite a few old people in this room right now, and if what you say is true, then I don't think it would be wise to upset them. Do you?"
"Nuh-uh.” He shook his head slowly, wide eyed, scanning the room for the elderly.
I grinned, laughing when he eventually caught on to the fact that I was having one over on him.
He smiled and laughed back.
A man came over and sat down next to the little boy, putting his arm around him protectively as he settled himself, his tall frame and big body cramming into the little seat.
"Whatcha doin', sport?" the man asked him quietly, stuffing his cowboy hat onto the little boy's head, revealing a mass of brown stick straight hair as the man eyed me warily from his peripheral vision, sharp grey eyes missing nothing.
I sighed at the loss of company.
Bummer, fun’s over now, it looks like.
I picked up a magazine, acting like I was browsing through it while I settled in to wait for Ruthie.
Guess the little guy's chit chat with me is over.
Too bad, he's kinda fun.
"I was just talking to this lady," the boy told the man, gesturing at me, "We were talking about old people and wrinkles. I think it makes them kinda funny, slows ‘em down."
His announcement was a little too loud in the quiet room, drawing stares from other people in the waiting room, even a few reproachful looks.
Eyes narrowed to slits, I gave them all a teeth baring grin, glancing up from my magazine, daring someone to say something.
The judgmental jerks.
He’s just a little kid. Kids say stuff.
Besides, it was funny.
Get over it!
Almost everyone, much to their benefit and future health, kept quiet, looking away after a moment.
I stared down the last straggler, an old man who looked even more ornery than Reeve, but even he relented at the look on my face.
Damn straight, people! I thought triumphantly.
"Shoot, I gotta learn to do that!" the little boy whispered fiercely, looking at me with something akin to awe, "then maybe kids at school wouldn't stare so much."
My heart squeezed in my chest at that, and I looked down at him.
"I get stared at a lot too," I admitted.
"You do?" he asked, blinking up at me, wide eyed.
"Yep.” I nodded, “I have a tendency to do this ." I crossed my eyes and jerked,
The other side didn't move with his expressions, the scar tissue freezing his face in place, the way that it was, but he had these huge expressive eyes that told you what his body couldn't.
How did I miss that when I came in here- the scars? And how did I not notice at first?
Not that it was really anything to me, anyways, him having scars - it doesn’t change who he is on the inside- but they really stand out, the angry red and purple tissue a stark contrast to his fair complexion and very youthful face.
You really couldn’t miss them.
I don’t know how I had.
But then again, that's not really me - worrying about how others look or actively trying to seek out things like that.
Being judged about my own unpolished shell, I could care less about people's outer wrapping.
Plus, I was a little busy worrying about Aunt Ruthie , I reminded myself.
"Hmmm. You think so?" I asked curiously, hiding my amusement at his bold statement.
"Sure," he agreed, nodding his little head vigorously, candy stuffed into the side of his cheek.
He looked like a cute little chipmunk with it crammed in there like that, cheek puffing out at the side.
So cute.
"Makes me think their brains must be full of them too. Probably slows ‘em down some.” Little lips pursed, he was completely serious, sweet little face scrunched up in thought.
I burst out laughing, but quickly smothered it, letting it fade into a pretend coughing fit.
Whoops. Heh. Heh.
Ha! Ha! This kid is awesome!
"I wouldn't say that too loudly," I whispered to him confidentially, leaning in a little, a smile quirking my lips, "there are quite a few old people in this room right now, and if what you say is true, then I don't think it would be wise to upset them. Do you?"
"Nuh-uh.” He shook his head slowly, wide eyed, scanning the room for the elderly.
I grinned, laughing when he eventually caught on to the fact that I was having one over on him.
He smiled and laughed back.
A man came over and sat down next to the little boy, putting his arm around him protectively as he settled himself, his tall frame and big body cramming into the little seat.
"Whatcha doin', sport?" the man asked him quietly, stuffing his cowboy hat onto the little boy's head, revealing a mass of brown stick straight hair as the man eyed me warily from his peripheral vision, sharp grey eyes missing nothing.
I sighed at the loss of company.
Bummer, fun’s over now, it looks like.
I picked up a magazine, acting like I was browsing through it while I settled in to wait for Ruthie.
Guess the little guy's chit chat with me is over.
Too bad, he's kinda fun.
"I was just talking to this lady," the boy told the man, gesturing at me, "We were talking about old people and wrinkles. I think it makes them kinda funny, slows ‘em down."
His announcement was a little too loud in the quiet room, drawing stares from other people in the waiting room, even a few reproachful looks.
Eyes narrowed to slits, I gave them all a teeth baring grin, glancing up from my magazine, daring someone to say something.
The judgmental jerks.
He’s just a little kid. Kids say stuff.
Besides, it was funny.
Get over it!
Almost everyone, much to their benefit and future health, kept quiet, looking away after a moment.
I stared down the last straggler, an old man who looked even more ornery than Reeve, but even he relented at the look on my face.
Damn straight, people! I thought triumphantly.
"Shoot, I gotta learn to do that!" the little boy whispered fiercely, looking at me with something akin to awe, "then maybe kids at school wouldn't stare so much."
My heart squeezed in my chest at that, and I looked down at him.
"I get stared at a lot too," I admitted.
"You do?" he asked, blinking up at me, wide eyed.
"Yep.” I nodded, “I have a tendency to do this ." I crossed my eyes and jerked,
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