“What do you want to do when you finish school?” Teddy asked, seemingly out of the blue one lazy Saturday afternoon, his hand curved around one of Billy’s bony shoulders before rolling him onto his back, and leaning over him to bracket his head with arms.
“Well, sadly, my childhood desire to be a superhero has been quashed by bad genes, thanks a lot mom,” he shouted the last part and Teddy chuckled at the ‘You’re welcome’ that floated up the stairs. “I dunno, teaching, maybe…”
“Really? But you’re so much – not that teaching isn’t a great job – you’re kinda really smart, Billy. You could be great.”“Gee Thanks, Shakespeare, with encouragement like that how—ouff”
“I’m not kissing that.” Billy didn’t know if it was his imagination or not, but he thinks the toad may have rolled his or her eyes, how do you know if it’s a him or her anyway?
“William, I have seen you kiss far uglier things than this” That toad definitely looked affronted, gaze shifting between him and Kate and he begins to think that if he tried now; the toad would probably refuse to kiss him. Judgemental toads.
“I think I may need to brush my teeth after hearing all of that, and could I maybe borrow a cloak?” Billy stammered through a response as he unclasped the garment and draped it over the other boy’s, no— toad’s, wait— toad-boy’s shoulders.