“Yeah, don’t remind me.” About said Cheeto, he means, and he rolls his eyes a bit at the thought, retrieving his mug from the table and bringing it close to his lips to take a sip – only he doesn’t quite make it, pausing with his lips parted and his brows raised high. “Red White and Bl- Steve? Steve is your president? How the hell did that happen?” The disbelief in his tone isn’t negative: he’s genuinely surprised.
❝ Hard work, dedication and a forceful voice. He deserved it, and if we weren’t preoccupied with our occupation he would’ve been less of an absentee one.
❞
