02-10-2020, 10:34 PM
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Footsteps. The boy hastily sat up, glancing in the direction of the two differing beats providing an unexpected percussion to the meadow duet. Upon recognizing the bright face of his friend, stark against the sepia tones surrounding, Beck paled beyond his corpse-like complexion. Mouth agape, he glimpsed a waddling Moth, her swollen belly the cause of his worries. Idiot. He should've known better! Of course, the couple would follow him, especially after he stormed off so dramatically.
Gnawing on his abused lip, the poltergeist watched with worry in his hazel stare as Selby closed the distance between them. He instinctively pulled his knees to his chest, gripping the sides of his calves. A chat. It was just going to be a chat. A shaky breath escaped him; he nodded. "I- I'm sorry. I just..." Beck looked to the mud in shame, his hands moving to wring the hem of his tattered shirt. His crackly voice softened to a whisper, "I was being stupid." His features darkened, as though a raincloud passed overhead, obscuring his true thoughts. Jealousy bitterly swelled in his chest as Moth settled herself aside Selby, albeit a distance from him. Swiping the back of his hand under his scar of a cheek, he let his gaze fall to the dead grass he trampled like a pacing dog preparing its bed. "I'm really sorry," the little ghost sniffled, "I'm happy f-for your new... new fa-family." With the final word, he scrunched his face into one of embarrassment, the first tear already rolling down a freckled cheek and off his chin.
Gnawing on his abused lip, the poltergeist watched with worry in his hazel stare as Selby closed the distance between them. He instinctively pulled his knees to his chest, gripping the sides of his calves. A chat. It was just going to be a chat. A shaky breath escaped him; he nodded. "I- I'm sorry. I just..." Beck looked to the mud in shame, his hands moving to wring the hem of his tattered shirt. His crackly voice softened to a whisper, "I was being stupid." His features darkened, as though a raincloud passed overhead, obscuring his true thoughts. Jealousy bitterly swelled in his chest as Moth settled herself aside Selby, albeit a distance from him. Swiping the back of his hand under his scar of a cheek, he let his gaze fall to the dead grass he trampled like a pacing dog preparing its bed. "I'm really sorry," the little ghost sniffled, "I'm happy f-for your new... new fa-family." With the final word, he scrunched his face into one of embarrassment, the first tear already rolling down a freckled cheek and off his chin.