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MajoraaThe small boy shook his head and smiled, "It's on me!" He said in his big boy voice. This person was even prettier now that they had spoken. They weren't the kind of person to uncomfortably take the cookie and shoo him away. Luke got that a lot with people that looked the pretty person's age, something about children reminded them about their responsibilities. His smile got even wider.
It seemed like his face was as red as a tomato when the person, Zac, had complimented him. He set the cookie on the table in front of him and said, "I-I'll call you Zac then, my papa-"
Another woman crouched down next to him, she was a tiny bit cute with her pastel colors, but she had interrupted him! Luke did his best to cover up his somewhat annoyed pout. His blush had gone down a little bit as he gave the man a high five. Who knew this pretty person was so good with children?
Singing? Luke had heard Micah sing, his papa was most certainly tone deaf. The only people he normally heard sing was the kids at his school, but they didn't even have proper vocal chords yet. He didn't exactly like that the woman was pressuring Zac, but he was definitely intrigued. When Zac wasn't looking, he shot Nina a tiny glare.
Luke took a seat on the chair Zac used to be sitting in. As the pretty person began singing, he stared at Luke, and his heart was seriously a flutter. His cheeks were two cheery rose buds, and the childish locks on his heart started to come undone.
Luke was frozen for a second before he heard the applause. What was what Papa said when he read that storybook to him? A gift of gratitude should be given to the ones you love. With a quick leap off the chair, he gave Zac a kiss on the cheek.
Luke shook his head again, "No, my Papa works here."
Mikaela had been drawn closer by Zac's voice. He stood in the midst of the aisle. He had gone to inconspicuously take someone's order, when they whole shop had been stopped by the pretty boy's singing.
As it continued, Micah remembered the time when all the boys had come together to watch Wicked. Usually Mikaela wasn't too interested in physical things, but he had really wanted to watch this one play. Some group was playing it really late at night one day, and he had convinced the others to go see it. They had all snuck out to go see it. Zac had convinced the peddlers to give them tickets and even though most of the boys had fallen asleep during it, Zac, Alver, and him hadn't.
A tear slipped down Mikaela's face. All the memories rammed through the flood gates. The times he had so treasured. He couldn't seem to move. The pain and guilt he had gone through rejecting Alver, the... pain he had endured after they all separated. Maybe he could reunite with his two little brothers again... but he could never let them know about what had happened.
It seemed like his face was as red as a tomato when the person, Zac, had complimented him. He set the cookie on the table in front of him and said, "I-I'll call you Zac then, my papa-"
Another woman crouched down next to him, she was a tiny bit cute with her pastel colors, but she had interrupted him! Luke did his best to cover up his somewhat annoyed pout. His blush had gone down a little bit as he gave the man a high five. Who knew this pretty person was so good with children?
Singing? Luke had heard Micah sing, his papa was most certainly tone deaf. The only people he normally heard sing was the kids at his school, but they didn't even have proper vocal chords yet. He didn't exactly like that the woman was pressuring Zac, but he was definitely intrigued. When Zac wasn't looking, he shot Nina a tiny glare.
Luke took a seat on the chair Zac used to be sitting in. As the pretty person began singing, he stared at Luke, and his heart was seriously a flutter. His cheeks were two cheery rose buds, and the childish locks on his heart started to come undone.
Luke was frozen for a second before he heard the applause. What was what Papa said when he read that storybook to him? A gift of gratitude should be given to the ones you love. With a quick leap off the chair, he gave Zac a kiss on the cheek.
Luke shook his head again, "No, my Papa works here."
Mikaela had been drawn closer by Zac's voice. He stood in the midst of the aisle. He had gone to inconspicuously take someone's order, when they whole shop had been stopped by the pretty boy's singing.
As it continued, Micah remembered the time when all the boys had come together to watch Wicked. Usually Mikaela wasn't too interested in physical things, but he had really wanted to watch this one play. Some group was playing it really late at night one day, and he had convinced the others to go see it. They had all snuck out to go see it. Zac had convinced the peddlers to give them tickets and even though most of the boys had fallen asleep during it, Zac, Alver, and him hadn't.
A tear slipped down Mikaela's face. All the memories rammed through the flood gates. The times he had so treasured. He couldn't seem to move. The pain and guilt he had gone through rejecting Alver, the... pain he had endured after they all separated. Maybe he could reunite with his two little brothers again... but he could never let them know about what had happened.