he grumbles as he takes them. he’d never been a fan of writing, teachers where always whining that his handwriting sucked and that was back when he had two hands. now writing was even more of a nightmare.
‘how do i talk to you when i can’t do none of the hand crap’ he writes.
eyebrows furrowed as she eyed him,
hands now reaching for her bag.
she pulled out a small notepad, and a pen.
now handing them over.