From: formaldehyde	Date: October 21st, 2010 08:35 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Fine," He said dismissively, not answering her question and not really meaning that he would actually call their mother.

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: October 21st, 2010 09:32 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Do you mean it?" Erica quickly replied, pouting vigilantly at his back as he worked. She didn't plan to leave him alone until she at least cajoled him into a phone call, hopefully more. For some reason that Erica couldn't totally grasp, Barbie did to genuinely care about her son. Or at least Erica figured she had to, with how much she always rambled about him. It seemed like every other week she wanted her to go-tell-Ben-this or go-to-Ben-that.

Last year had been worse, at least this year she had stopped coming, unless it was important.

	From: formaldehyde	Date: October 22nd, 2010 12:26 am (UTC)		(Link)

God, she really was distracting. He looked up from the bird once again, giving her a stern look--though it was almost completely indiscernible from his normal expression. The only real differences were that his eyes were narrowed, and his jaw set.

For someone who seemed so unaffected by the outside world, he had little patience.