herp derp. x_x I suck, I'm sorry. D:
The pallid youth wanted to quake and shake, but he held himself together as well as he could, fearing the retribution his uncle would bring for this supposed slacking. His ears were held at half-mast, and he could only offer a slow shrug in response, his olive-shaded eyes falling from his uncle and focusing intensely on the wooded floor. It was dirty, of course, and Harlowe found plenty there to interest his gaze, unable to meet that of his uncle-cousin. He did not apologize—he knew such exercises were futile where Larkspur was concerned. Words, words, and nothing more. The pale-shaded canine felt much the same, and he instead closed his book slowly, intending to take whatever punishment Larkspur dealt him.
The shadows changed on the floor, growing brighter for just a second, and Harlowe's attention snapped to the window, seeking the dim light outside of the cabin. “Uncle Larkspur,” he said, gesturing toward the window with his finger. “Something moved out there,” he said, wondering if perhaps his uncle-cousin had brought company along. Perhaps he had been followed, even—such a thought did not strike Harlowe with paralyzing fear or anxiousness as it might have had he been alone. He was certain of the sable-shaded man's ability to take care of himself, and even if whatever lurked beyond their door was a threat, Harlowe was convinced of his own safety.
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