“I’ve gotta say, I’m surprised you haven’t wrecked the backyard again yet.” They were at another one of Joseph’s cookouts. Carmensita always wondered why Ernest was even still allowed to go to these social events, since everyone living in the cul-de-sac knew what he was like. “Are you just waiting for the right time to cause trouble?“
ERNEST WOULD GLANCE AROUND FOR A SPLIT SECOND, clearly checking if there were any eavesdropping adults nearby. SOMETIMES it tended to be hard to trust even the KIDS in the neighbourhood ( sans Lucien
( sorta ))and THEREFORE he always had to keep his guard up. Who knows what these guys could all be snitching to their parents ( or Joseph ) anyways? Casually, he slinks an arm around Carmensita’s shoulder, free hand shielding his mouth from any outside listeners. ❝If it tells you anything, my hoodie’s full of bottle rockets right now, and if you don’t tell, I’ll let you light some off. Try to aim for Joseph’s ass.❞