In a hidden cavern beneath the Windenburg covenās ritual clearing there was a majestic meeting room. Used throughout the centuries as a place for discussion of the highest coven matters, disciplinary hearings or even as sanctuary against the worst of world, tonight, after the ritual, it had been where Wyatt had finally signed his name in the covenās grimoire. A sign that he was, finally, one of them.

Broof had felt an immense swell of pride watching his best bud signing himself over, as they all had, to servitude for Mother Earth. But it was tinged with apprehension. The U-turn on Wyattās casting age had been so swift that to Broof, it was almost suspicious. He hoped it wasnāt a decision the coven would later come to regret.
Wyatt had once again been cornered by the flirtatious force of Wartilda but, high on life, he had chosen to throw caution to the wind and flirt back. Thankfully for Broof, after his embarrassing encounter earlier, Toadella had given up on her much more subtle advances and was nowhere to be seen.
Being the sad drip that he was had some minor perks.

Although, what he wouldnāt give to have Wyattās animal magnetism. That casual way he could pull pretty much anyone he wanted. Broof had to remind himself that Wyattās casual nature was as much a downfall as a benefit ā at the first sign of any real commitment, Wyatt would run a mile. And Wartilda knew this. Everyone knew this.
Why did women always seem to fall for guys who would let them down? Broof realised he was inadvertently staring at Claudia so shifted his gaze before she noticed, landing instead on the High Priestess. Another perfect example of his theory; a powerful, beautiful, devoted woman who had chosen an uncommitted man.


Why were nice guys always side-lined? Was stability that much of a turn off?
Broof didnāt have time to further lament this situation; Moon had entered the room and was alone for the first time that night. He was keen to ask her more about the vampire-hunting heyday of the Windenburg Witches and if she knew anything about the Village of the Free, but popular as she was, there was rarely a chance to find her by herself.
āMoon, do you have a minute?ā he asked politely.
Moon, who was lighting a candle, lowered her hand. āI should hope so,ā she laughed, then added quietly. āI think I know what this is about.ā
āYou do?ā

Moon nodded. āYouāre not very subtle, Broof.ā

Broof immediately began to panic. He wasnāt? Had he inadvertently said something? His hand shot to his neck, to the barely-there puncture holes Lilith had branded him with. She must have noticed them. He cleared his throat, trying to remain calm and play dumb. āWhatever do you mean?ā
Moon smiled. āClaudia? She didnāt get my vote for senior witch, thatās for sure.ā
āOh, right yes.ā
āWell?ā Moon asked.


āWell?ā Broof repeated, confused.
āYou wanted a minute?ā
āOh, um, yes. I was hopingā¦ā he trailed off as he saw Claudia glance round. Perhaps this wasnāt the best place to talk to Moon ā it would arouse too much suspicion. Thinking quickly, he changed track. āI was hoping I might ask you for post-meet drink?ā


āI see,ā Moon said after a momentās hesitation. āNo.ā
āNo?ā
āBroof,ā Moon said softly. āDonāt stoop to her level.ā
āSorry?ā


āI wonāt deny that youāre a very handsome young man and if I were still perhaps a sprightly, naĆÆve girl of a hundred I wouldnāt mind playing along,ā Moon drifted slightly into a reverie before returning to the room. āI want you know that I am here for you. But in the interest of all thatās good and proper, we should keep our relationship platonic.ā
āOh, no. N-no. You misunderstand,ā Broof stammered. āI⦠I was purely hoping to ask you some questions. About the history of the coven. Iāve been reading through old grimoires but some information appears to be missing.ā
āMissing,ā Moon repeated. Was that sadness in her voice? āOh, how embarrassing!ā


Broof was distantly aware of the sound of a phone ringing as he cringed so hard he thought he might pass out. āIām sorry if you thought that I⦠itās not that youāre not a very attractive woman, Moon, but like you say, the age gap is⦠not that youāre old, but—ā
Before Broof could dig himself a huge hole, the ringing phone stopped and the High Priestessās calm voice silenced the room. āJessica? Is everything alright? Find any mushroom people?ā

āSlow down, slow down. You found who? And heās where? Youāre having a bloody joke⦠what the—?! Drained? And heās hanging by his what?ā


āAre you insane?! Get yourself out of that forest, Jessica! Get to Joeās Bar. Iām on my way.ā
The High Priestess remained seated, staring at her blank phone screen, the room deathly silent.
āBathsheba?ā Sage asked in a whisper, addressing the High Priestess by her first name as only senior witches were permitted to do. āGood gracious; whatever was that about?ā

The High Priestess didnāt answer. āSage, come with me. The rest of you, including you Claudia, straight home.ā


Faithās feet hurt.

She and Seth and been walking for ages; they hadnāt even stopped to hunt yet. Now, they were in some fancy neighbourhood Faith had only been in once before, when she and Melinda had turned up to what had been a fake party.
A surprise was all heād offered her about the eveningās events, leaving Faithās mind to run wild in the quiet of the night. Maybe he was taking her to genuine party. Or to meet someone; another vampire perhaps? She wondered how heād introduce her, if he would. Her head motored on with theories but she tried not to get her hopes up. After all, they were probably just passing through this neighbourhood on the way to spot more seals.
Faith stopped Seth halfway up a hill that seemed to go on forever and shifted her sore feet in her knackered old boots. āAre we there yet?ā


āEvidently not,ā he replied bluntly and carried on walking.
Faith reached out, stopping him again. āWhere are we going?ā
āUp the hill.ā
Faith huffed; these vague answers were so annoying. āAre you pissed with me?ā

āIām getting there,ā he replied.
āIs that why youāre not talking to me? Ugh, what have I done now?ā
His calmness evaporated in a beat, replaced with that overly-serious face. He was definitely pissed with her.

āIām often ānot talkingā, Faith,ā he insisted. āPerhaps youāre only noticing because, for once, you havenāt been talking. Other than to bombard me with mundane questions.ā
Oh. Right. Questions. She bit her lip. āSorry. But this walk is so long. Canāt we just mist to wherever weāre going?ā
āNo. Itāll be worth it; not much further.ā
āBut Iām bored,ā she whined. āAt least talk to me. All this silence; it makes me think.ā
āDoes it?ā The corner of his mouth flickered. āThere is a first time for everything.ā


He was acting disinterested, but she felt it ā the first tell-tale signs that he was trying to read her. āDo you want to know—?ā
āIf you ask me one more damn question,ā he interjected, silencing her with the lingering threat.
āYour loss.ā She shrugged and walked on slowly in silence, pretending to find her fingernails fascinating. He looked at her for a while out of the corner of his eye. She could feel him lurking at the fringes of her mind long before he sighed.
āAll right, Iāll bite; tell me whatās on your mind, Faith.ā


āOK, so Iām imagining that youāre taking me to a party—ā
āIām not.ā
āLet me finish,ā she huffed. āOK, so weāre at this party, and youāre introducing me to your friends ā shush! Use your imagination!ā she snapped as he opened his mouth to no doubt tell her that he had none. āNow, finish this sentence. Ahem.ā She continued in a smashing impersonation of Sethās characteristic growl, āāGood evening to you, inferior acquaintances. Please excuse my general smell and the bloodstains on my hundred-year-old shirt. This is Faith and sheās my—āā

āI think the bloodstains are the only thing holding this old thing together,ā he smiled, plucking at his crusty clothing. āAnd I would stop at āFaithā. Itās always more interesting when others draw their own conclusions. As you are, now.ā

Faith huffed; immediately bubbling to anger. āRight. So, like usual youād just take the piss out of me, you fucking tool.ā

He tilted his head looking genuinely confused. āItās jest, Faith.ā
āSo what would you introduce me as?ā
āRight at this moment? A pain the arse.ā

āNot girlfriend? Not anything remotely affectionate?ā He licked his teeth as she asked him yet more questions. Oops. She made a mental note to try and filter herself better before he tied her to a tree and left her for the sun.
āNo and no. Itās not personal, Faith. Iām a private man.ā
āYouāre ashamed of me, more like.ā

He ran his hand down his face in frustration. āAre you seriously starting an argument over how Iād introduce you to my fictional friends at a fictional party? Can you not have confidence in my attraction to you unless I am explicitly reassuring you every minute? Faith, we cohabitate. For the devilās sake, we spent the whole day fornicating.ā
āāFornicatingā,ā she mimicked. āGod, you sound so fucking old when you say that.ā
āI am old—ā
āAnd we wouldnāt have had to take all day if youād just, yāknow, get me off a few times and then finish, for once.ā


After staring at her a while with that weird expression, Seth began to walk on, along the path.
Balls. This was going totally tits up. Faith jogged after him, wincing at the blisters she was getting. āLook, Iām sorry, Iām not complaining about the sex,” she insisted. āIām just confused.ā
āThat makes two of us.ā
āBecause, itās just that, well, anyone can live with someone. And friends can fuck. Hell, even strangers can fuck. Sex doesnāt mean anything.ā
āClearly.ā


āYou know what I mean!ā
āFaith; either my last drink was especially dense or youāre talking in riddles tonight because I donāt have damn clue.ā
She pouted. This wasnāt working. āSeth? Can I ask a question?ā
āYou just bloody did; youāve been asking them constantly!ā he hissed. āFine. One.ā

āAre we exclusive?ā
He rubbed his temples, almost dislodging his hat. āExclusive? As in solely committed?ā He scoffed. āThis is rich. Remind me; who allowed the pink-haired prat to podger her over a privy?ā
āIt was over a basin but, this is exactly what I mean; we need to define our relationship. Set parameters. You can hardly blame me for indulging in a fantasy fuck when Iām not even sure if weāre a real couple.ā

He snorted. āSo what youāre saying is that, by not blatantly defining us as a couple, I am permitting you to pursue any Tom, Dick or Harry?ā
āOnly dick. And no, I know weāre a couple but, like, define ācoupleā.ā
āCouple, noun; two people who are married or in a romantic or sexual relationship, or two people who are together for a particular purpose.ā
āSee? Totally ambiguous.ā

āMost would define ‘couple’ as a committed duo, Faith.ā
āSure, back in ye olde days when you only met twenty people in your whole lifetime and had to marry and have kids before a triceratops got you—“


āThere is so much wrong with that sentence. Sometimes Iām painfully reminded how young and inexperienced you are, Fledgling.ā
āStop talking to me like Iām five. I have experience ā youāre the one whose been single for a century.ā
āYes; youāre reminding me why.ā

āThere are loads of variables nowadays,ā Faith went on, ignoring his laughter. āLike, whether weāre exclusive or not, how serious we are, where this relationship is heading. I guess kids arenāt an option now, unless we turn one, maybe. But, I mean, you havenāt even said you love me and Iāve said it twice; do you love me? I have literally no idea. For all I know, we are just friends with benefits.ā
His laughing had stopped and he was doing his goldfish impression. It took her a moment to realise why.


āOh shit,ā she hissed. āThat wasnāt an actual question. Don’t answer that; I didnāt mean to ask that.ā

āIf you donāt want a bloody answer then donāt ask a bloody question!ā He snarled. His fingers tensed as if holding an invisible ball, but when he spoke it was strained and oddly high-pitched, as he desperately fought to stop the words from leaving his mouth.

āI have, no⦠it has been⦠gah!ā he gasped, smacked himself across the face, for composure, and tried again. āI⦠that is to say⦠I-I-I— ugh!ā
āWhatās happening? Are you OK?ā


āNo, I am not OK! Holy damn!ā He paused, biting his tongue and mumbling in a rapid, garbled manner.
āYou donāt have to answer—ā
āYes I bloody do!ā he roared. āIt appears that⦠for reasons only the devil himself can fathom… gah!ā he choked; clamping his hands over his mouth and eyeing her with utter contempt. āYou⦠I⦠bollocks!ā he twitched, looking around as if he might run off as Faith watched on in shock.
āFucking hell,ā she whispered. āYou do, donāt you? You love me?ā

āWould you stop with the goddamn bloody bastard questions!ā he shouted.
āYou do!ā she teased, poking him playfully. āYou love me!ā

He sighed, utterly defeated. āYou complete and utter wanton whore.ā
āIs that a āyesā?ā




ā…Yes.ā
Faith squealed, she giggled, she hopped up and down until her feet reminded her not to. And then she simply had to kiss him ā that was the law, right? To seal the deal?
āI love you too,ā she grinned, reaching for him, but he gently held her back.

This wasnāt how sheād imagined this whole situation, and, she suddenly realised, it likely wasnāt how he imagined it. Oh, shit. What if the surprise tonight was that he wanted to confess his feelings to her in some beautiful way and sheād just ruined it?
It was odd, feeling like sheād completely fucked up and yet also feeling on top of the world. And it was disconcerting, his lack of reaction.
āWe should mark this occasion,” she suggested brightly.


He nodded, but it was like he wasnāt even listening. Staring through her. Mute.
Damn it. This was freaking her out. She needed to bring him back from whatever analytical hole he was falling into or she’d never get her surprise. āYou do realise that, according to modern relationship rules, weāve got to give each other cutesy pet names now.ā
That worked. āWe most certainly do not.ā


āWe so totally do!ā she insisted, channelling her inner April, which was actually pretty easy, fluttery as she was with butterflies. āIām gonna call you⦠Snugglybuns.ā
āDonāt push it, Faith,ā he growled. āI still havenāt ruled out confiscating your tongue.ā


āI love it when you get all growly and violent like that. Youāre like a cute little murder bear,ā she teased. āOh! MurderBear! I like that! Thatās your new pet name; my squishy wishy wittle MurderBear. Dāaww! Whatās mine?ā
āFledgling,ā he muttered, continuing up the hill.

āBoo! Thatās no fun,ā she said, following him. āYouāll need to add a cutesy element now that you love me.ā
He laughed. āIāll think about it.ā
āSo, why are we in this posh neighbourhood, MurderBear?ā Faith asked, as the hill finally ended and the path opened on to a quiet street. āAre we robbing someone?ā

āNo,ā he paused. āWell, unless⦠no. Weāre not,ā he clarified, gesturing ahead. āWeāre here.ā
Faith looked up at the house. It was fancy. Big windows, manicured lawn, a huge fountain and she could smell the chlorine in the outdoor pool from here. āIs this my surprise? Are we upgrading from the apartment?ā
He smiled and gestured to the mailbox. āNot quite and no, weāre not.ā


Confused, Faith wandered over to check the tiny nameplate above the letterbox. āVillareal,ā she read aloud and shrugged. āI donāt understand.ā
āDoesnāt ring any bells?ā
āNo— wait. Wait a second, Villareal?ā she repeated in a whisper as the penny dropped. āAs in Max Villareal? Is this Maxās house?ā


āI hope so,ā Seth replied, patting his pocket. āOtherwise that would be an unfortunate error, wouldnāt it?ā
The butterfly flurry departed, leaving Faith with nothing but her brutal reality. āAre you going to murder his parents?ā


āThat would be interesting,ā he replied as if considering it. āBut, no. Not his parents.ā
āHoly fuck, Seth!ā Faith hissed, her knees buckling beneath her. āWe canāt kill Max! Heās just a kid!ā

āA kid who torments your sister,ā Seth reminded her with an eerie cool as he approached the gate. āAnd you did request something gruesome for Joy, did you not? To āone-upā Max Villareal?ā

āI didnāt mean this,ā Faith whispered in a panic. āHeās a little shit, yeah, but he doesnāt deserve to die!ā
āAh, but youāve made your request and I have to live up to my new name now,ā Seth smirked. āMurderBear!ā He strolled boldly through the gardens and up to the back door, with Faith trailing him like a shadow.
āSeth, please,ā she begged. āDonāt do this.ā

āDo what? Kill the boy?ā he laughed. āCome now, Iām not Lilith.ā
āLilith?ā
Seth rolled his eyes. āI am going to get Joy one hell of a gift, as requested. And then, I have a further little something in mind for you.ā He raised an eyebrow and, despite everything, Faith felt that flutter return.

āYou’re not going to kill him?ā she asked, watching him shimmer to his dark form.

āNo,” Seth laughed. He reached within his jacket but to Faithās surprise it wasnāt a knife he produced, or even a tool to open the door. He placed the heavy, metallic object into her shaking hands.

āSeth? What the fuck?ā
āI have assumed that you know how to work one of these, Fledgling.ā
āYeah, I do, but—ā
āMarvellous.ā He smiled. āWhen I say, and not a moment sooner, youāll shoot the boy. Got that?ā



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11 responses to “Chapter 3.31 – Butterflies”
Oh my God. Broof he is so wonderfully hesitant awkward and Moon is so confident and quick concluding that the conversation ends in pure nonsense š¤£
There is always a breeding ground for misunderstandings when the interlocutor is not allowed to finish his sentences.
I love Moon in your interpretation. I’m also grateful that the roles of screaming youngsters with silver paper hats are already occupied ā¤
Broof gets help to escape the awkward conversation, but loses the answers he seeks.
Better luck next time Broof!
Will actually came back, but not in the condition I had guessed. I forget how short a time has passed since the beginning of the story.
Seth has really got his challenges with Faith. She is hopelessly immature and a drama queen above them all.
I love their conversation and once again I get a picture of two magnets alternately repelling and attracting each other with an irresistible force.
They are my favorite pair so long that I get them served in small portions. They put me in a state that alternates between tenderness and the urge to run away screaming. (Oops! š¤ I do not mean that … remember, the role is already occupied)
PS. Maybe I’m very forgetful, but I do not remember why Max Villareal has deserved punishment.
Itād be no fun if Broof had asked a straight question and got a straight answer. š Iām glad you like Moonās portrayal, and have no fear; she is about as far from the poor GliTS as a cameo can get. š
Will is still haunting us even though he isnāt a ghost. Weāll get a news update soon to remind you all of the timescales but yes, youāre right ā itās been ~3.5 weeks since the story started and only about 10 days since Will met his end.
š Seth is learning a lesson the hard way, for sure. And hahaha! No running away screaming, got it.
Ah, yes, Max. Sorry, I shouldāve clarified that more in the chapter. Iāll add it in the next one, should fit easily, but heās nasty little brat who picks on Faithās sister (and most other kids, too).
My, oh my. Broof, do you consider that some women just… aren’t committed either? Like definitely seeks like in this case. Also, just stick to dealing with your magic problem and don’t mess with anything vampire-related, sunshine. Eh, except for Lilith, of course. can’t avoid that one.
Oooh, and Beth got the news. Now I’m worried. Very worried. She will know a vampire did it and that might cause problems. On the other hand if it just makes her feel safer in moving against the hunters, it could also be very good news instead.
The rest of it… *facepalms* Faith is that sort of person who promises to stop being a headache and then starts up all over again not half a minute later. I… know those. I feel the pain, there. Then again Seth did let her stew a bit too much, and then it turned and bit him. Awkward.
His pranking game, though. š I’m guessing the point is to get a photo of Max looking like he saw… Seth? XDD That would sure be something Joy could hold over his head.
Youād think Broof would realise that, yeah especially as he watches Wyatt who isnāt exactly a dick about, um, dicking about, like, heās not leaving a trail of broken hearts. Broof wants to be the knight in shining armour for his special lady. Hasnāt worked out so far, but thatās everyone elseās fault, right. š
Bethāll likely have an inkling what ended Will, yeah. Especially as she asked Sage alongā¦
Faith. What is there to say. Sheās definitely a headache, especially for Seth. He thinks heās got her sussed and then she throws him off again. But yeah, I thought weād have a little fun with this āgruesome giftā. Canāt all be blood and guts now, can it?
Heh, yeah. I bet that’s exactly why “everyone knows” how Wyatt is. Because he lets everyone know. Which is half nice of him and half clever. Minimum hassle that way. š Broof… I think Broof is just ahead of the curve. Like, too serious for his age, you know? If so, it should get better, eventually. Unless he gets used to being single by that time. XD
Ooof, yeah. Now the only question is how much does Beth know? About Sage and her actual hunting resume, about her family and her secrets… She should not know much, since Sage is trying to keep the stuff secret, but Beth seems good at finding out stuff… (Also, I’m surprised the senior witches are allowed to call her by the full name. It’s not a bad name, per se, but it doesn’t really fit her modern style so I feel like she probably hates it. And I don’t even know how I’d pronounce it so it’s still definitely just Beth to me. XD)
Heh, yeah. Faith better be careful. Seth might still have feelings, but I’d worry about his ways to deal with said feelings. “I hate that I love you” is a dangerous sentiment… let’s just hope she continues to get the memo when he gives her “that look.” You know, the empty one.
That is an awesome idea though, with the gift! I’m a bit suspicious though… there are ways this could go wrong. Many of them. Including the one option where Seth is in the photo. Because I don’t think Joy would be as scared as Max probably will be… ;DD
It is indeed. Still, he does get the odd one who wants to change him.
Broof probably is one of those people who works well single. No one to dirty up his counters or noisy up his peaceful time. Although he’d claim he’s not that serious, it’s just that no one gets his jokes, dontcha know. šš
Yeah, Bathsheba (which I pronounce like Bat-sheva, I dunno if that’s right) seems way more of a Beth to me, too. As for the rest… soon. š¤
” āI hate that I love youā is a dangerous sentiment⦔ Bang on. š
This chapter had me rolling on the floor. Seth be like what have I signed myself up for and Faith be like, ‘Gotcha!’ 𤣠Ah man, I can read their banter all day.
Dum de dum! And now Sage is one step closer to Seth, through Paul’s entails! (Inappropriate, gross joke was here but… ReSisT, dangit. I’m 5 this morning.) I guess it’s unlikely the clan will go on a vampire hunt since Beth explicitly asked Sage to come along. Beth might know of the possibility of the killing being Seth, operating on the assumption that Beth already knows about Sage housing a bunch of vamps and looking for Seth.
Also makes me wonder what witches think of humans. The way Ralf was quickly ‘let go’ for all purposes of ‘good and proper’ (Gah, I’m hella off this morning šš). Is some of the old Witch vs Vamp vs Humans ideage still living on? So it’s okay to snap a few necks in an Us vs Them Scenario? Although, I don’t recall there being any altercations between Witches and Humans. Maybe a justification that humans are simply just not on the same level as witches. All perception of course, and I don’t mean mine. Just rolling out theories. Either way, I’m stoked for when it all collides. Yay!
Faith is exactly to wrong person for Seth to entrust with his āI canāt lie to youā thing. Letās hope his threats are empty, yes?
Yes! Now Sage can follow the trail of entrails and corpses to find her beloved daddy. What a beautiful story I am writing. Sage is trying very hard not to let on that sheās housing vampires so does Beth know? āI guess itās unlikely the clan will go on a vampire hunt since Beth explicitly asked Sage to come alongā You sure? Given Sageās reputation as an āesteemed vampire hunterā? š
We are slowly getting back to the mystery of Ralf. We just need a certain someone in the cast to put a couple of pieces together. As for this epic collision you are predicting⦠š¤
Dear gods, Broof, you did not just use the ānice-guysā- excuse right after being happy that a woman who is clearly interested in you stopped flirting. Can he hear me facepalming? So much facepalming. For crying out loud. You do -not- get to complain about Toadella and then complain about āwomen falling for someone other than youā in the same breath. Gah. Lost a brownie point there, Mr. Kleenex. Hand it over. Sheesh. š for all we know Toadella is an amazing catch, but because Claudia dumped him and moved on, suddenly all women don’t like nice guys?
Oh my gods, why am I so angry? š
HAHAHA the misunderstanding with Moon 𤣠I wonder if she knows exactly what kind of information is missing. Maybe she does. Oh gods, there come Jessicaās phone call. Iām surprised that she actually had a decent reception there. And sheās going together with Sage the vampire hunter. Hoo boy. Here we go.
Naww. Iāve gushed a bit about this in private already but their conversation is a strange kind of wholesome. Seth really does seem to be changing. His teasing her left him wide open for that comeback and though I can sympathise with the frustration of having something dragged out of you that you donāt want to share (yet), itās also very sweet. Even with the name calling and cussing. š Hm. I wonder if Seth was remembering more of Angeline just now, when he went all blank like that.
Ha! Taking a picture of scared Max. Thatās brilliant, especially because Seth probably wonāt show up in the picture. Perfect blackmail material for Joy to abuse whenever he starts picking on her next. I really want to say āpoor kidā, but Max has bullied every single one of my own sim kids, so itās about time one of them one-upped him.
I doubt Mr.Hogwash realises that Toadella’s interest in him may be genuine instead of some ploy of Claudia’s, but I’ll join you with the facepalming just the same. Y’know, I have met a few guys who claimed they were just ‘too nice’ to get gals and all had ruthlessly spurned potential love interests like this. I think, what they really mean is, ‘I’m too self-absorbed and pathetic to get the women I want’. šš¤
Yeah, I thought about throwing in some dodgy reception for realism but eh, effort. We’ll just pretend there’s some sorta magical signal boosting going on. Yep indeedy, taking Sage, but hey, maybe as a trusted ally rather than a vampire hunter? Maybe? No?
Yay! Public gushing! (Watch the spam comments fly in now!) “Seth really does seem to be changing” perhaps, perhaps. We’ll get his view soon, no doubt.
Max is a little horror. Nobody likes him which isn’t surprising given how he treats all the other kids. I had a lot of fun with that scene. š
Honestly, you know how I feel about this scene <3