eyes widened a little & brow arched in surprise when her little brother suddenly FOLDED. hadn’t even waited for her to finish picking apart his little story that painted dash as the culprit. she knelt down in front of him, wiping paint away from around his eyes. ❛ no, buddy, i’m not MAD. but mom will be if you still look like t h i s when she gets home. let’s get you cleaned up. ❜
he squinted against her touch, lips pursing together as he squirmed. ❛ you’re not gonna tell her ?? ❜ he asked, eyes wide in both SHOCK and RELIEF.
“How does it feel to save the world again?” ( from violet )
he was breathing HEAVILY, almost as if dash had dared him to RACE again. ❛ feels like someone just came at me with a milliongoddamn bullets. ❜ which, they had.
violet stood in the doorway, eyes glued to her kid brother. HEAD TO TOE was covered in paint, & as if that wasn’t evidence enough, the little boy held the emptied bottle in his tiny hand as he looked up at her. there was no way he could really deny what he’d done yet… he did. thin arms folded over the girl’s chest as she arched her brow ( though only one was visible ).
❛ dash…dumped paint all over you then gave you the bottle… ❜ she said slowly, as if trying to COMPREHEND his obvious lie. it was about as messy as his face. ❛ you do know…dash’s at track practice right? ❜
he nodded adamantly, shaking his curly red locks with the motion of his head. but before his sister could bring up his brother’s whereabouts, jack-jack stopped abruptly, eyes quickly dropping from her pointed gaze. ❛ i’m sorry, i’m sorry,i’m sorry, ❜ he apologized, voice quivering as he spoke. ❛ are you mad, vi ??❜
he had been caught RED HANDED – literally, with sticky fingers covered in a crimson paint, small fists still wrapped around the newly empty bottle. not only were his hands a mess, but as was equally the rest of his face and hair; the latter of which was matted with the same cold wet substance. and even as he sat there (GUILTY as hell ) he still chose to verbally DENY his all too obvious involvement in the MESS that lay before him.
❛ – dash did it ??❜ he piped up a little too quickly. jack-jack was a terrible liar ( even for an eight year old ), and in any case, it didn’t make him feel good either way. according to him, it made him feel ‘ twisty and yucky inside.’
❛ it’s BLEEDING, ❜ she said, grabbing a towel & pressing it against his forehead. it was easy to forget how breakable they really were, despite their powers. ❛ what happened? ❜
❛ i didn’t see it coming, ❜ he muttered, not angry but disappointed. the only time jj was actually susceptible to any damage to his skin was when he was caught off guard. with no forewarning of danger, there was no time for him to REACT. ❛ just put a BAND-AID on it and i’ll be good, yeah ?? ❜ he suggested, trying to brush it off as quickly as possible.
