 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
He would admit right then and there, he had strange friends...strange friends he adored.
Looking down at Neptune he considered her words, wondering exactly what her definition of 'poor' was. If she got that from him say that two dollar postcards were expensive to send every day, then he probably was poor by her books, but he figured another angle was probably best. "We're...not poor. I would say...moderately endowed?" Well off was another way to put it, but again, to Neptune, that might hold an entirely different meaning.
"Yes it's on the west coast -- Gaston?" Sabel blinked up at Kellen and tried to imagine him having a father like Gaston. He was quite familiar with the movie and frankly had hated how rude and self-centered the villan had been when he was a kid. Trying to picture Kellen's father as such a man was like trying to say that seven foot dwarfs existed; those were called elves, a completely different breed. As Kellen and Chaucer were a much more refined model of the human species than most....wouldn't their fathers also be?
The look being cast between Neptune and the other boy however, put a pause to Sabel's thoughts and once again he wondered if he should leave. He had learnt, rather harshly that day, that things sometimes went better without him around. He glanced at Kellen, looking for direction.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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