Not just any farmhouse, but the O'Reilly farmhouse. Home. Really, truly home, like he's pictured it for years. The heart-cracking joy of it, and the triumph of finally hearing the dials spin, collide with one another, and Radar whoops so loud it echoes as he races across the familiar field.
Grass this high should be a pain to slog through, but it parts like he's ten feet tall. It even starts to bend in advance before long, forming a path that ribbons ahead to the front steps. Radar takes them two at a time as soon as he gets there, laughing as he barrels through the front door.
Ma? he almost calls on reflex before he remembers.
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Date: 2024-12-02 04:19 am (UTC)From:Grass this high should be a pain to slog through, but it parts like he's ten feet tall. It even starts to bend in advance before long, forming a path that ribbons ahead to the front steps. Radar takes them two at a time as soon as he gets there, laughing as he barrels through the front door.
Ma? he almost calls on reflex before he remembers.