@croccin-champagne
"Well tell me, do you like being tall, or being little?"
"Well tell me, do you like being tall, or being little?"
He laughed. "At this point you're just insulting me."
"I am not. It is a serious question. I have always liked being tall." The last sentence was said thoughtfully, as she mused about something in her mind.
"And why is that?"
"It makes me feel powerful." She said after a few moments of thoughtful silence. "Like nothing can touch me, and if they tried, like I could easily crush their throats."
"You have such an aggressive outlook on life, my goodness."
"A product of my upbringing, or lack thereof."
(Jesus Christ, I completely forgot about this, I'm so sorry)
"Sounds like you had it rough. I can relate. 'Specially recently." His hazel eyes glazed over as he zoned out for a moment.
((Nah, you're good!))
Manon nudged him, shrugging. "I guess. You have as well though, and more so than I."
He blinked a couple times, then smiled apologetically. "A financial struggle don't affect you the same way a bad upbringing would."
He avoided speaking about the fact the whole reason why he was in such a flux was because his parents died, and hoped she did the same.
She shook her head in denial. "It was not as bad as it could have been. This financial struggle though, of yours, I would like to help as much as I can."
He shook his head. "Manon, you already have! You got me outta that shithole of a job at the paper mill."
"A paper mill." She muttered, her accent thickening a tad. "You need a better job to support yourself, and your sisters. I will still do as much to help as I can, though."
"Well, I appreciate it." He lightly kissed the top of her head. "It's very nice of you."
"Ah, yes. I am such a nice person." She said, half joking.
"Well, you dropped 300 bucks for someone just 'cause you found them cute," he pointed out. "Sounds pretty nice to me."
"You have a fairly good point there." She admitted with a nod.
"Well, I'm very pleased my sisters caught your eye that day, 'cause I know sure as hell it wasn't me that made you drop that money." He shook his head. "I was in my work clothes. I probably smeeled like sweat and regret."
"As a matter of fact, I thought you looked just fine. I don't much care for men in designer clothes with more supplies in their hair than I do." She hummed. "The small ones are but a bonus of the best kind."
"They are a blessing," he said, with a smile. "At least, most of the time."
"Ah, children can be quite the havoc-wreakers, no?" She hummed, smiling.
He gestured around the decimated apartment. "You tell me."
She laughed softly, nodding. "I guess that really speaks for itself."
"You should teach me some French," he said. "I tried to learn in highschool."
"You want to learn French?" She looked excited at the idea, her eyes lighting up.
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