One, Two, Three (The Roleplay)

He watched her for a moment before setting down the picnic basket.

"We come from such different places, Fleur."

 

"It isn't for you," he said with a small laugh.

 

"It's just... if we're thinking about this seriously, which..." He suddenly paused, looking embarrassed. "Maybe we're not on the same page."

 

"Well... what do you want this to be?" he asked, watching her intently.

 

He relaxed, his hands on his hips.

"I mean... I want this to be equal, you know? You and I. And with our differences in status, it just... it won't be."

 

"Because I don't want to be some leech, Fleur," he said, raising an eyebrow. "And I'm sending everything I can to Alyssa. Everything. That's not right."

 

"That," he said, pointing at her. "That right there. That's what I don't want."

 

He exhaled, slumping a little.

"I steal for a living. That's another thing. Your reputation is less because I'm around."

 

He watched her, frowning deeply.

“I think we need to have it.”

 

He frowned at her.

“I can’t afford to send Alyssa to school if I don’t, Fleur.”