(Hmmm….. music or art. I feel like his hobby would be music and his interest/talent would be art, probably drawing. But that’s just me.)
(Awesome! That’s exactly what I was thinking. I think he’d want to secretly be a musician instead of going to college. I’ll probably have him drop a hint that they can play during this convo then)
(Ok, cool.)
(Sorry bout nothe responding, I'm in a bit of a pickle at the moment.)
(That sucks,
But “I’m in a pickle” is the best phrase ever.)
I am a pickle, wait…//
(Wait hang on what’s even happening? Who’s turn is it?)
I’m pretty sure it’s still @HOney and Spearmint’s turn but we can move on if you want))
(I’m fine with whatever)
Let’s keep going a bit))
(Ok)
Trent picked up a cookie, biting into it a smiling brightly. “I haven’t had one of these in ages.”
“Saaaaaaame. Last time I took one, my foster mom took my gambling money and spent it on beer. But I took one from her, so I guess fair deal.”
Trenton visibly tensed, shoving the plate of cookies in Lydia’s direction. “You should eat more. They’re good.” He insisted.
“Sorry. Shouldn’t’ve Told you that.” Lydia said, shaking her head.
“No, It’s not like that…” Trent fumbled for the right words to explain himself.
“You ok?” Lydia said, noticing the stuttering.
"These kids are as messed up as Blair, do you think we could help them?" Bren signed to Angel, they both knew sign because Angel's brother didn't speak. "We can try." Angel replied.
Trenton frowned for a moment. “I don’t enjoy entertaining the notion you are… unsafe at any point. Although I understand that is rather foolish of me.”
“I’m ok, really. My foster mom just gets drunk sometimes. Most of the time she’s just on a ‘date’” Lydia put airquotes around the word ‘date’, “Or she’s asleep.”
“You stay with Sam as well?” Trenton asked quietly, worry still flashing in his eyes.
“My brother?”
He nodded in response. “Would it be correct to assume you are joint in your travels?”
“Of course.”
Trent sighed in relief. “Good.” He mumbled softly, patting Lydia on the head. “As long as you have each other, I suppose.” He sounded a little deflated.
“Yeah….” Lydia said quietly. Although she loved her brother, she was more of a parent to him than a sister.