⠀⠀ ‍ ‍ 𝑹. 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑯. ⠀⠀ ‍ ‍ ⠀⠀ ‍ ‍

yaaaaawn.

WILLIAM.

hi mummy!

grounded to the end of the century.

i’m relieved to be back home actually … what did you do while we were gone?

no ! me ? trouble ? pft.

I was shooting cans.

Not the shooting of the cans. The breaking of the window.

HELLO .

/ no that would be ridiculous

/ I can’t access Rupert 😪 how rude

ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝗛.𝗥.𝗛 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝖦𝖱𝖨𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖣𝖨 ㅤ ㅤ─── ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ᴍᴏɴᴀᴄᴏ › ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇɪʀ. ㅤ ❛ 𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺. ❜ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

smoking a cigarette out his window.

he jumps up, flinching when he stuns the butt out in his hand. “… what are you … what are you doing here?”

“well,” he said, pulling an arm away. “you weren’t here, mummy.”

he shrugged again, going to sit on the bed. “I wouldn’t have gotten caught if you hadn’t walked in.”

“nothing happened.” he said, shrugging. he wasn’t going to tell her anything. he folded his arms. “it doesn’t matter.”

flops down onto the bed. where’s wills?

hello?