#AHAHAH THE FACT THAT WE HAVE 29 NOTES FOR NONSENSE HAHAH

[ofwrxth]

"You're just makin' excuses now," Elliot retorts, snatching the pack up grumpily as he slings it on. "You coulda helped me up if you'd'a wanted to." He reasons with a huff before crossing his arms. He stays still, shaking his head at Hunter. "Not 'till you start talkin'." The image is reminiscent of years ago, back to childhood when Elliot would dig in his heels and cross his arms and refuse to budge even as his brothers urged him to. No! I don't want to go to sleep! When Hunter finally relents (as he often did with Elliot), the younger Cross is left staring at him, slack jawed and blinking. "You was teachin'––what?" Elliot gives him an incredulous look, certain he'd heard him wrong. "Ain't he barely five? How'd he even reach the pedals?!?"

"El, I couldn't get a damn grip on you because of y'led legs!" Hunter griped loudly, glancing around for any sign of their fallen packs. He found his, and Elliot's. And obviously he took a quick look inside his brother's pack, expecting to see a mountain of tins in there that Elliot forgot about. He tossed it to Elliot's feet, before a look of surprise swept over his face.

"Truck!? I ain't said nothing about a truck." he deflected before sighing. "I ain't tellin' you shit about no truck 'til you promise that we blame the bear and nothing else." he blinked at his brother for a moment and then a groan escaped. Hunter flailed his arm, waving Elliot to start walking with him. "I was teachin' Jude how to drive and he didn't steer the damn wheel. Just took the thing straight into the wall. And then everyone started bitchin' so...we kept our mouths shut."