Apocalypse Ave, Sunday Evening

[doubleohblonde]

After spending the day at the gallery, Bond was leading Jules back to the house. He had less of a death-grip on the lad's shoulder than before.

He considered that a good sign.

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[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Say you're sorry."

[seelcubs.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry," Rj mumbled, even less distinctly.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis sighed, and then gestured to Bond to let him down.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond carefully put RJ down. "Now you Jules."

A contrite sounding murmur came from Jules's direction.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis just grabbed for RJ's hand before they could fight again. "Now say good evening."

[seelcubs.livejournal.com]

"Good evening," RJ parroted sullenly.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

And with that, Aravis whistled to Ata, and proceeded to drag RJ back towards the dorm.

[doubleohblonde]

"As for you," Bond told Jules, not even bothering to put him down as he headed towards the house. "Your mother would be so ashamed of you."