[littl3chocobo]

he looked away ashamed. he did not mean to incite the wrath of the other boy, he just did not want to look like a fool by crying. he felt his mother shift back on the linoleum. "he is seventeen, he does not need his mother's permission for everything" she left the room but did not go back downstairs. he wondered why she chose not to, usually she painted until dinner. he looked anywhere other than at the boy at his kitchen table