Rp #5ish? (open to people at the Kinneas house)

[love_rifle]

When Irvine and his father came in from Mr. Kinneas' day at work at 7:30 in the evening, Irvine's mother sighed and made it a point to dish up a meal for her husband and son, reheat the meal and clean up the kitchen quietly while the two men ate in complete silence

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[inspectorpence]

Pence had already retreated to 'his' room for the night (immediately after dinner), though he couldn't concentrate on his schoolwork with the shouting that began soon after Mister Kinneas got home from work... But was that Irvine's voice? Huh...

His curiousity piqued, the teen waited until he heard steps coming upstairs... and then past him? He quietly tiptoed out of 'his' room, and squinted up the stairs (which he hadn't noticed before) that must lead to an attic of some kind. As soundlessly as he could manage, he snuck up the stairs, feeling his way along. What seemed like an eternity later, he was standing in the attic, raising his brows at the open window.

"...Irvine...?"

[love_rifle]

"Oh, Hey Pence" He gave the boy a weary smile. "How are you?" He asked, swirling around half a beer in his bottle, one dead soldier already lined up.

[inspectorpence]

"'m all right..." He took a careful seat on the windowsill, leaning back slightly to look at the cowboy. "Everything okay...?"

[love_rifle]

"Yeah, just another snapshot of the shit approaching the fan. ...Heh.... Dad's gunna disown me yet, I'm sure. I just keep gettin' closer and closer, ya know?"