Post by madsbertasio on May 15, 2017 13:35:46 GMT -5
“Aww, Charlie,” Blake hummed with a cheeky smile. “You know how much I love our little walks.”
The officer raised an eyebrow at Blake, hiding his amusement behind a carefully stern look. “I’d like these walks a lot more if they weren’t always because you were somewhere you weren’t supposed to be,” he replied, fixing his hat a little.
“But that would take all the fun out of it,” Blake grinned, turning so he was walking backwards confidently, knowing Charlie couldn’t be mad at him forever.
Charlie had infinite patience--Blake would give him that. Through all of his jokes and taunts, Charlie’s reprimands were never more than idle threats and slaps on the wrist. Even when he was trying to sound stern there was that quiet resignation that, even if he wanted to, he didn’t have the heart to turn Blake over.
Maybe it was a pity thing--Poor orphaned Blake keeps finding his way to his old home. Isn’t that sad?--but he didn’t care. So long as he never got in any real trouble, let them pity him. The worst he would get was a lecture from his foster father, and he could handle that.
“One of these days you’re going to get caught, and it won’t be by me. Then you’ll be in a right bit of trouble,” Charlie scolded lightly.
“Me? I always find my way out of troub--,” Blake started before his heel caught on an uneven cobblestone, making him stumble and trip, sending him flat on his back.
//Thanks so much to any and all who review this for me! Please know I will be going through and paying it forward as much as I can in the very near future!
The officer raised an eyebrow at Blake, hiding his amusement behind a carefully stern look. “I’d like these walks a lot more if they weren’t always because you were somewhere you weren’t supposed to be,” he replied, fixing his hat a little.
“But that would take all the fun out of it,” Blake grinned, turning so he was walking backwards confidently, knowing Charlie couldn’t be mad at him forever.
Charlie had infinite patience--Blake would give him that. Through all of his jokes and taunts, Charlie’s reprimands were never more than idle threats and slaps on the wrist. Even when he was trying to sound stern there was that quiet resignation that, even if he wanted to, he didn’t have the heart to turn Blake over.
Maybe it was a pity thing--Poor orphaned Blake keeps finding his way to his old home. Isn’t that sad?--but he didn’t care. So long as he never got in any real trouble, let them pity him. The worst he would get was a lecture from his foster father, and he could handle that.
“One of these days you’re going to get caught, and it won’t be by me. Then you’ll be in a right bit of trouble,” Charlie scolded lightly.
“Me? I always find my way out of troub--,” Blake started before his heel caught on an uneven cobblestone, making him stumble and trip, sending him flat on his back.
//Thanks so much to any and all who review this for me! Please know I will be going through and paying it forward as much as I can in the very near future!
