[What a long memory Ciro had when it came to such sentimental traps. Faustino watched him, expression unmoving and similarly unmoved. Even though he treasured Al and Ciro more than he would ever dare say, he was still his own person, free to make decisions for himself. He was beholden to no one, and had no orders to follow but his own whims and desires. If Ciro was looking for comfort that Faustino would consult them next time, he would be gravely mistaken. If Ciro was looking for the truth, well. He had come to the wrong place. Even for his own, he would not take any perceived slight against his freedom, no matter how minuscule or unimportant.
He let his lashes flutter down, a sly small smirk on his face.]
Just how many of my words do you remember, I wonder?
[Under Ciro's watchful gaze, he straightened out his blankets idly.]
What should I say now to appease you now that we are older?
no subject
He let his lashes flutter down, a sly small smirk on his face.]
Just how many of my words do you remember, I wonder?
[Under Ciro's watchful gaze, he straightened out his blankets idly.]
What should I say now to appease you now that we are older?