It's honestly not the sort of thing I'd have ever guessed I'd have in common with Sharpie, but it feels strangely comforting somehow, to know there's someone here who kinda knows how it feels. Even if his dad wasn't all about sports, the same idea is there, the same failed expectations.
My lips twitch into a small, sympathetic smile and I take the cream he hands me and pour a little of it into my chai.
"I'm pleased to know you too, Sharpie," I tell him, unable to help the way my smile grows then, especially when he mentions Edith again. I set the creamer down and tilt my head. "Oh? What about Edith? Is this about the pie delivery idea?"
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Date: 2016-05-21 03:46 am (UTC)My lips twitch into a small, sympathetic smile and I take the cream he hands me and pour a little of it into my chai.
"I'm pleased to know you too, Sharpie," I tell him, unable to help the way my smile grows then, especially when he mentions Edith again. I set the creamer down and tilt my head. "Oh? What about Edith? Is this about the pie delivery idea?"