 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
One of the things Ary liked about this friendship {which he had not gotten around to telling Drake as yet} was that both boys devoted so much time and energy to the other’s passions: plants and creatures. It just meant a lot to him that Drake would take so much interest in creatures. Which was why he gave into his friend’s words with a light laugh. “You justs might be right.”
If Drake asked Ary, Ary would say he expected Drake to dive into something along the line of Herbology. True, Drake’s interests may change as he got older but for now, Ary thought Herbology suited the other boy; he was such a natural around plants. Not to mention Drake’s knowledge about the subject was already vast. Sitting there, Ary was quite content to leave both their heads like this. Or at least until one of them got tired and their neck started to hurt. He laughed, knowing all too well what Drake was saying about being persuasive; there was some level of experience on his own part when it came to this. “I bets you guys do. Thens I won’t worry about you not being able to visits. You’ll likes it at the Reserve.” His little mind was at ease because he believed in Drake. “It’ll be weird nots seeing you everyday.’’ And suddenly he felt dejected at that realisation. “You can camps in my room if you wants to,” he continued, not understanding how difficult it would be for him to sleep without Drake close by. Ary was in for a rude awakening when he went home for the holidays. |