The boy sprawled on the ground somehow looks simultaneously like a skinny, blue-eyed twelve-year old and like the Corinthian's more buff, black-clad elder brother, right down the dark glasses hiding his eyes.
"So what are you going to do about it, smartass?" the bully taunts.
The boy and the man he somehow is, shifts, as if he might retaliate even from a prone position, but going by dream logic, he's somehow unable to move. But he ticks his head slightly, looking past the bully toward Dream, his brow furrowing slightly.
"What are you staring at? So much for Lord Spencer's little pet. You retarded or something?" the bully sneers
"I'd think it's you whose intellectual and social growth are hampered, by your own unevolved genetics," the boy and the man he is reply...
Saved by the Bell [CW: Brief perjorative language]
"So what are you going to do about it, smartass?" the bully taunts.
The boy and the man he somehow is, shifts, as if he might retaliate even from a prone position, but going by dream logic, he's somehow unable to move. But he ticks his head slightly, looking past the bully toward Dream, his brow furrowing slightly.
"What are you staring at? So much for Lord Spencer's little pet. You retarded or something?" the bully sneers
"I'd think it's you whose intellectual and social growth are hampered, by your own unevolved genetics," the boy and the man he is reply...