“ —— right.. of course, ernest. „ hugo’s gaze split from his son, to the counter - top, his back turned as he begins the tedious process of sorting through the groceries. the pizza rolls left next to the fridge for dinner, half expecting ernest to DEVOUR them in one sitting and luckily he bought TWO bags this time, in an attempt to save himself a second trip to the store.
“ so how was your weekend did you have fun? „
❝…. Right. My weekend. It was fine or whatever,❞ he replies, barely holding back rolling his eyes before swinging open a cabinet and pulling out a plate, and proceeding to dump HALF the bag of pizza rolls out onto it.
❝Pops kinda just left me to my own devices. Dunno where he went and I don’t care too much but whatever. I just wanted to play Call of Duty anyways.❞Taking a couple steps aside, he pops his plate full of garbage food into the microwave and setting the timer, before hopping up onto the counter and hunching forward. ❝Bet you just graded stupid papers all weekend, huh.❞