selenias | Smooth

He had never been good at expressing himself. For Nan's sake, he only hoped the words came out right.

Legs twitching, Karol gnawed on the end of an eraser, eyebrows low as he considered what could be deemed appropriate. Anything confessional or along the lines of I love you would simply end with him in the hospital; anything that said No, really, I do, would end with him in a coma.

Karol shook his head and glared in frustration at his lantern. He had to be smooth about it. Like... Raven.

Karol sighed.

No... Nan would definitely kill him then.