>>15981930You shake your head, attempting to discard all thoughts of Sycamore and your mom bumping uglies in your room, but no matter how hard you try, it still lingers on your mom.-
ON YOUR MIND.
MIND.
LINGERS ON YOUR MIND.
Not mom, mind. MIND.
"No, NOT tres bien! How long has this even be going on anyways? H-HOW DID IT EVEN BEGAN!? The last time I saw Sycamore was....uh, in Lumiose! And that wasn't that long ago!"
Grace slips out of Augustine's grip to attend to the pancakes on the stove, Sycamore just gives you a sheepish smile while he scratches his messy hair, his other hand in his pocket.