New Rules

Conor shrugged again, hurt and confusion both etched in his face. Despite the fact he'd been the one to cause most of the problem. "She's mad 'cause I typed in capitals." As if that explained everything. "But Alex types in capitals to me all the time. Prolly to her too. And she ain't mad at him." At least not that he knew of." He was filthy tonight. Mud, gum and soot covering most of his face. It was a wonder anyone would even want to hug him. Those green eyes that looked up at Guin were just pitiful though. "I can say sorry and she won't be mad, maybe?"

 

"Sometimes a sorry is all the magic word you need," she says quietly, and would compromise by tugging, once, on the hood of his jacket. "Why don't we give it a whirl, hmm? Maybe we can fix a few things."

 

Phoebe clutched her phone to her chest and closed her eyes for a few minutes. When did life get so complicated? She thought that tromping through the swamps and riding scooters around town were what life was comprised of not very long ago, but now... it was full of nuance and complexity she just didn't want, nor was she ready to cope with it all. Boys with and without flowers, politics between warring factions, an overprotective father, hangovers, explosions, and now PMS. She laid there quietly.

 

Conor studied Guin for a long while before nodded firmly, a couple of errant leaves falling from his hood as she tugged on it. A dirty chin tipped back, chest sucking in a deep breath of air as he turned towards the wall. He couldn't see her from here...but he'd be damn sure she could hear him at least. "PHOEBE SORRY I WROTE IN CAPITAL LETTERS AT YOU. DIDN'T MEAN IT. AND...SORRY FOR THE OTHER STUFF TOO. DIDN'T MEAN THAT EITHER...AND STUFF."

 

Her brow arches as he sucks in breath, only realizing what he intends as he suddenly starts to yell. She winces, bringing one hand up to cover her ear. "I kinda meant... go back there and -say- it to her... " But it's a start, at least...

 

Phoebe blinked when she heard Conor's yell. Her phone buzzes, she looks at the screen, and shouts back. "YOU'RE YELLIN AGAIN!" Sure, she was too. It was the point of the matter. "I ain't friends with a store, neither!" She punches keys while she mutters. "I didn't mean it bout the TZ either. I-- I hate this. I HATE war. Everyone who's fightin' a war jus' can't tell me 'bout it NO MORE. NEW RULE. OKAY? No flowers either. No war, no flowers."

 

Conor had actually made someone's ears bleed earlier today with his shouting. Literally, bleed. He should have known better at this point...but a nine year old's memory could be selective at times. A hand reached out, palm pressed flat against Guin's leg unless she moved. Not so much a gesture of affection...as a hand to steady himself. All this shouting was making him a little lightheaded. "I'M SORRY I'M SHOUTING BUT THERE'S A WALL. AND LIKE...I HATE WAR TOO. AND MISS WINNY DOESN'T REALLY LIKE SHOUTING SO MAYBE YOU SHOULD COME OUT AND STUFF. SHE WANTS A WATERSHAKE AND IT AIN'T RIGHT UNLESS YOU MAKE IT. AND LIKE...FLOWERS ARE FOR DOUCHES. EXCEPT SATO. HE'S ALRIGHT. I DON'T MEAN IMMA GIVE HIM FLOWERS OR NOTHING. JUST SAYIN' HE'S ALRIGHT. AND LIKE...I FORGOT WHAT ELSE. JUST COME OUT...OKAY?"

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