Oh- um… Hi.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ryan is in the middle of trying on a bikini and doesn’t quite have the straps tied.
“Oh shi – Goddamn grey-faces!” Carlos quickly turned away so that he was no longer looking. “Sorry. Hi. I didn’t mean to drop in like this.”
Ryan snorts and finishes tying up the bikini. “I don’t blame you. You can look now.” The scars on his forearms were glaringly obvious and Ryan ran a hand over them. Well, so much for his date. Time to make the worlds worst first impression.
Carlos sighed lowly and turned around. Once he got a good look at the kid in front of him though, he frowned. “I think someone lied to me,” he said suddenly – seemingly out of nowhere.
“How so?” Ryan raised a brow and crossed his arms defensively. This whole situation was weird.
“THe grey-faces said that you were, like, Ahava’s older sibling. That you were responsible for him – you’re still a kid yourself. How old are you exactly?”
Ryan tensed. “Sixteen. I know I look eleven but I’m just short. Also, Ahava goes by they/them pronouns.” She narrowed her eyes.
Carlos was startled. “Oh.” But he nodded, acknowledging the mistake.“Excuse me. I apologize.”
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