<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Chuckling as Edward mentioned his accomplishments including Scrabble, he sullenly reflected on his own childhood. Nothing had been normal or remotely pleasant; father had been blitzed half the time and his mother had eventually divorced, <i>neglecting </i>him with his alcoholic of a parent. The nostalgia he couldn't relate to yet experienced in this moment pained him, seeing as he often played alone or with the neighborhood's equally impoverished children. Games like Scrabble and Monopoly didn't exist in his younger version's universe. But, Tiger attempted to joke and smile for the sake of not burdening anyone else with his psychological and emotional damage.<br/>
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"Oh, hm." <i>Rough housing. </i>He knew all too well what 'rough housing' entailed; the street kids were not the nicest nor the friendliest. As Edward disappeared and reappeared into view, he rolled onto his side to properly face his partner. A toothy grin crept on his lips as Edward talked about American univerisities, scoffing as the male addressed Harvard and Yale. "I don't know the difference. But I bet you'd receive acceptance in no time if you applied. Admissions officers like 'diversity' and whatnot,". Tiger paused, uncertain if Edward had been serious or if this had simply been a wish of his.<br/>
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"You're not actually considering, right? We just met today! You can't leave me yet,". Softly pouting and scrunching his brows, he broke the fascade quickly with a frisky smile. "Well, in foresight we did <i>just </i>meet today, so I guess the relationship is fragile enough to break and not carry much harm. But I'd miss you all the same,". <i>Or the potential of you. </i></span></span>