Though he was careful in taking off his boots and coat, the laces and buttons undoing with nary a sound greater than a whisper, the young man was all but a sack of doorknobs in his subtlety when it came to crossing the kitchen. Be it a frying pan, a bowl of fruit, or even the oven door, Reed just wasn't able bodied enough to keep himself from catching something in the worst way possible towards the concept of stealth, each item making a protest that belied his presence. Therefore, it was no surprise to the boy that, when he managed to make his way though the admittedly cramped space, his mother was looking at him like an important lifeline in a gameshow, a person to be called upon in a time of need for some fact or another. The red haired lad was more annoyed at the analogy than the truth behind it, really, considering who it was that she needed saving from. Even if she was the one who'd brought it upon herself.
"Hello honey. How did things go with grandma?", she welcomed warmly, her eyes betraying her confusion towards the extended time, in a way that her wavy hair just couldn't alter. Though he didn't say anything, the built man beside the widow raised his hand in a short wave to the lad in greeting, which the recipient reluctantly returned from the doorway. "Um, just, fine mum, just fine. Stayed for a while and talked about a few things, you know.", he shrugged to the ginger woman, his explanation oblique so as to leave out the truly dicier details, "Her hip was acting up a bit, but nothing else has really happened worthy of regret.". As he spoke, Reed edge towards the stairs with the basket in hand, shifting the wooden handle as the cold was slowly replaced in his palm, but the weight reminded the boy of the promise he'd made during the packing of such an item. Holding back the guttural groan that threatened to break face, the teen drew close to the couple at the couch to set the basket down, flipping up the wicker lid in order to sift through the folds of cloth as the others were pulled in a tad.
"She made a few things that she wanted us to have, actually,", he continued, lifting up a fold to reveal the scented candle, "Like this, and that.", he continued as various things were removed from the article of cloth. As the number of small items, such as a repaired scarf and a carefully wrapped pie, were removed, Diae frowned at her boy, and took a tissue to wipe away at his chin, cool spittle remaining from the lover's last kiss together that day, though she was - apparently - unaware of what it was.
"Reed, what took you so long in getting back? Grandma didn't keep you for so long, did she?", she asked, concern washing over her features like a wave. The teen pulled back a tad late for her liking, and the red haired youth knew that he couldn't brush it off easily. However, that didn't mean that he needed to reveal everything...
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
