“ Pretty sure I’m almost always right. “ His eyes roll at the others dramatics , unable to wipe the small smile off his face. “ Overreacting. I let you call me Goldie , for crying out loud. “

This is . . . Different. He’s just gonna close his eyes.

It’s in garlic? No , he’s never seen it.

“ You have some competition. “ He assumed so. “ Uh— yeah it is. Reminds me of Goldilocks. “

“ Prepare yourself. You’re so difficult. “

He needs some cash. Anyone want an autograph? Only five bucks!

A goodnight smooch? It’s his lucky night.

Scoff. “ You were the one who called me cute. All I had to do was breathe. Who’s the easy one here? “ He hears everything.

Morning!

A soft “psh” sound leaves him. “ What haven’t I seen, Tals? “

Excellent point. “ Then show me! “

“ Hm. . . Sure. “

He’s around.

Sorry , he’s been busy.

Being a superhero, of course.

Says the dude who wanted to go on a date with him.

So he’s admitting to being in it for looks?

Interesting. Well, if he’s still up for that date. . .

As long as he behaves they’ll be fine.

𝓐𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 , 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡. independent & semi-selective portrayal of carl grimes. ♡ & ↺