noahandsweaters:

                _{She’ll cross her arms, a very knowing look in her green hues. “—— Open book, huh? Then tell me what’s the matter with you and maybe I’ll be able to help.” Noah examined her own screen again before sending the text off, anyway. In a matter of moments it rang and, with one glance, dismissed the reply with a huff. “People are getting harder and harder to tolerate these days.”}

     _{“Nothing’s the matter with me. I’m just … cranky, I guess. I didn’t eat breakfast this morning.”}

  _{[ It’s the best excuse he can think of –– and strangely accurate, too. ]}

     _{“Who, uh, who are you texting? Want me to show ‘em up? I could probably do it.”}

  _{[ It’s a silly thing to say. He’s got little to no perception of the power he holds. ]}