You are (not) Complete (Alicia, Spirit Hunt) Aug 22, 2017 0:19:36 GMT
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Aug 22, 2017 0:19:36 GMT
"Here we are, kid," Cassandra said, putting a hand on Elliot's shoulder to stop him from accidentally wandering off on her. There was a slightly proud smile on her face as she looked down at her son. Sure, he might've been all gloom and doom lately, but she saw a little smile start to twitch its way onto his face. With how much of a dork Elliot was, she knew having a lot of cool stuff with historical value to look at would do the trick for finally boosting his mood. "Didn't think I'd find one of these, huh? I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve."
"You're so busy, though," Elliot said, quiet. He tried to force the smile onto his face, already a bit of guilt from being a burden starting to settle on his shoulders. "I don't want to have to interrupt you or anything. I'm fine. Really, I promise!"
His mom huffed in response, rolling her eyes. "Come on, now. I've been busy for the last, what? Year and a half?" she said. "Already let enough of this crazy vacation slip past me. And that's while it was still a vacation. I might not have been quick enough on the draw to spend this time with your brother, but at least we can still have a nice day, right?"
Elliot couldn't really argue with that. He missed family time almost as much as he missed Isaac. Why would he look that gift horse in the mouth? He relented, letting out a sigh as he looked towards the door of the antique store. "Yeah," he said, rapidly warming back up. He couldn't keep hiding from everybody not named Kuu forever. "Yeah. That sounds really nice. Thanks, mom."
"That's the spirit," Cassandra said, following after Elliot as he opened the door. "And hey, watch your head, will ya? With that growth spurt of yours I'm surprised you haven't knocked it clean off your shoulders."
"Mooooom . . ." Elliot groaned, floored by how terrible that mom joke was. Besides, he hadn't grown that much, had he? He was just wearing shorts for the summer now, that's all. Nevertheless, at least it was a groan of mock-agony and not a groan of real-agony. Feeling a little bit better about today, he made his way into the antique store.
He was so focused on his mom's horrible joke that he didn't even recognize the tell-tale beep of his Digivice.