{ barbed wires. that's what michael's brain reminds louis of, as if even getting near it would prick his finger. regardless if it is his doing or not, he's not about to attempt to impale there. wrong vampire. he can respect when to step back, unless there is something that drives him to have to. he hopes it does not come to it. he hums slightly as he watches the ball. he supposes it won't harm to get the actual elaboration of the information if only to know it. }

Want to share with the class?

{ optional of course. louis is a patient individual and he knows it'll take time to truly figure out solvunn's deal.

he's partly distracted by michael handling the ball and he might just start thinking he's some advance android like the ones he read about in an octavia butler novel. the theories will come until he can figure out it out. a sentience come alive is an option. either way, as the ball rolls his way he decides why not he'll indulge. he may have been denied some aspects of his childhood. he kicks the ball back with the point of his shoe. }

Then let's play? Maybe we can figure out what the natives use it for. Most of what I was allowed growing up had to do with preparing me for my duties as the eldest child. Growing a family empire can mean missing out for favored opportunities. We're grown men here.