Re: quicklog: archie/cat break ins
[Archie turned, blue eyes wide in a shock that she even mentioned a lack of interest in her. He blustered; mortified and he certainly didn't want to speak of it because that was a rabbit hole he didn't want to tumble down. Women who liked him didn't wear catsuits and so to keep his pride, he did a good job at acting like he wasn't interested either. That kind of thing got swept under the rug quickly with a pull at his collar and another cough as if awkward dust had been lodged in his throat.
The change of subject was welcome.] No, it belonged to her son. The one who made the blue. She was a bad influence on her other son, the one who got close to perfecting the red. [Archie couldn't help saying it like a fairy tale or a fable. If he ever got close to anything resembling religion, it involved the folk stories that wrapped around his family. He believed that each generation had a blue and a red. The blue was his brother. Good, a little flawed, strong. Archie was the red. The red was...well.
He beckoned her over and waited for her to join him.] Sold- no my ancestor wouldn't have liked that term at all. Accurate, to be fair, but you have to understand he was a patriot. [He pointed to a picture of Elliot Black standing next to...was that Steve McRory?]