[Barry squeezes her hand, gentle and so so soft, and the slightest touch of pink lights up at the girl's cheeks again, her toes curling against the ground at the nice warmth that settles inside of her.
Lup honestly doesn't have a clue what all of this could mean, but boy, she likes it. She doesn't want to let go of Barry for awhile now.]
Oh, you don't? Really? [Oh. There's another thing they have in common. And yeah, sure, Barry at least has his mom around still, but it's kind of nice to know she isn't the only kid without a dad in her life. Just another thing to bind them together as friends, an experience they can share in, even if it isn't necessarily pleasant.]
Wait, you're gonna let me pick first? How come? You're not gonna try t' shove me over or make fun of me for what I pick, are you? Most of th' boys I play with don't like girls pickin' first. [Or when it came to the twins, ever.]
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Lup honestly doesn't have a clue what all of this could mean, but boy, she likes it. She doesn't want to let go of Barry for awhile now.]
Oh, you don't? Really? [Oh. There's another thing they have in common. And yeah, sure, Barry at least has his mom around still, but it's kind of nice to know she isn't the only kid without a dad in her life. Just another thing to bind them together as friends, an experience they can share in, even if it isn't necessarily pleasant.]
Wait, you're gonna let me pick first? How come? You're not gonna try t' shove me over or make fun of me for what I pick, are you? Most of th' boys I play with don't like girls pickin' first. [Or when it came to the twins, ever.]