There's a very sage nod, and it's safe to assume that Will's ever-present spiral-bound notebook is going to get some intricate doodles of Beartruck and Supermoose locked in a grim battle. "That's what I thought. Besides, bears can't drive," Will adds, hopping back onto his seat (and he needs to hop, get a little bit of air to even settle on the seat, bitty thing). "Probably run into a tree before the moose even got there." Oh, because now they're operating by the laws of logic.
The question makes him wrinkle his nose again, which seems to be his reflexive reaction to confusing things. "I'm twelve." That seems to be enough of an answer -- though there's logic behind it, because most of the Important Books come in high school, not middle school. But, after a moment, hesitantly (because boys don't do things like stay inside and read, that's for sissies and girls): "He...wrote the book about burning stuff, right? Are you going to...catch on fire once you have one big tattoo?" Now he just looks alarmed.
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Date: 2017-12-14 05:53 am (UTC)The question makes him wrinkle his nose again, which seems to be his reflexive reaction to confusing things. "I'm twelve." That seems to be enough of an answer -- though there's logic behind it, because most of the Important Books come in high school, not middle school. But, after a moment, hesitantly (because boys don't do things like stay inside and read, that's for sissies and girls): "He...wrote the book about burning stuff, right? Are you going to...catch on fire once you have one big tattoo?" Now he just looks alarmed.