At the question, Martin barely looks up, brow furrowed, not with irritation, but residual concentration. He’s been perched at the kitchen table for a while now, trying to draw up a decent shopping list as well as figure out just how much money he has to spend. If they stick to the essentials everything should be fine, maybe even with enough left over for some more fruit.
“Sure. I have to go to the market, I think. We need more food.” He pauses after he says it, glancing over into the next room at Illya to be certain he didn’t take it the wrong way. Martin has learned to talk carefully around the younger boy, to be certain his words don’t sound as if he is in anyway blaming him for anything. “I think it is because I am eating too much. Like a fat capitalist boss in a movie. Is there anywhere you want to go?”
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Date: 2017-11-18 08:22 am (UTC)“Sure. I have to go to the market, I think. We need more food.” He pauses after he says it, glancing over into the next room at Illya to be certain he didn’t take it the wrong way. Martin has learned to talk carefully around the younger boy, to be certain his words don’t sound as if he is in anyway blaming him for anything. “I think it is because I am eating too much. Like a fat capitalist boss in a movie. Is there anywhere you want to go?”