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▸ sonny flynn —
there was almost nothing due to make him happier than seeing elijah in such a brightened state of being. knowing for a fact that it was he himself who brought about that studious laughter, idiotic antics being the ones that caused for the smile to plaster across his features, sonny can't help but offer a crooked teeth grin of his own to no one but himself. nothing is said at first, nearly stupified expression remaining upon sunburn - blistered features as he instead goes about fetching them drinks. the farmer may not possess very much in the way of intellectual sense, sure, yet he knows perhaps better than most just how horrific the heat can treat one's body. there had been plenty of instances where he could barely carry what minimal weight his frame possessed, having been working the fields for such an extensive period of time every ache within his muscles was a cry for pause. he had yet to reach that level today, perhaps he would face it later this evening, but he'd relish in a chance to take a drink now. the drinks he collects from the fridge are only meant for himself and their guess, seeing as sawyer had taken it upon himself to ignore them in the first place. the man was an adult, could get up from the chair in which he was sat and make himself a cold glass whenever he saw fit. it almost wasn't in the rancher's nature to ignore another when they were sat mere meters from him, yet he shockingly couldn't bring himself to care in this situation. all of his attention is centred on the likes of elijah, doesn't even greet the eldest of the flynn brothers. with sawyer keeping continually mute, surely a greeting for the duo wasn't going to be arriving any time soon.
that was perfectly alright with sonny if his mannerisms could be judged. there's a bounce to each and everyone of his motions, peppy hum rumbled within the confines of his chest, the beam of joy just about radiating from his petite build in waves. the original bottle of water he fetches for himself is placed aside as elijah makes his own choice, hands clasping themselves together in a giddy display as his lemonade is chosen. it was something the flynn family had been making for years now, the youngest of the sibling trio having picked the tactic for juicing up from the likes of their late father. it was obvious enough he took pride in such craft, eyes squinted with it as pitcher tips to fill glass. he delicately apologises for the lack of ice, giving the refrigerator door a roughed nudge to make sure the seal locks solid. ❛ - why, golly gee, y'er jus' a sweetheart! ❜ comes the giggled insistence, most definitely has taken the simplistic praise as an outright compliment. despite how liberally he speaks in comparison to the other, he's able to register the obvious stand - offish sense of being that oozes from the teen as the duo speak. the quickened assumption is made that the likes of sawyer's presence is driving him to act in his generally more reclusive manner, cause for sonny to bite teeth into his bottom lip and take a silent swig of his water, flushing parched throat. he almost wishes to apologise, yet there was nothing more he could do to pester the elder flynn away. adding him into the conversation would surely worsen whatever anxiety elijah was suffering from, and sonny feels even attempting to do so in the first place would net him nothing more than an agitated grunt of response. that was the usual vocal replies he could wring from the man, and god only knows why. an attempt is made to lighten their mood once more, dainty hand extended to rest grubby digits upon his companion's forearm. ❛ yain't gotta' go 'bout complimentin' me all the time, darlin'. think 'm gonna' g'it me one'a them done complexes 'r somethin'! ❜ he jokes, couldn't be happier to hear such sweetly coated words spill from the boy's twitching lips. they may be out of evident habit, sure, but they do not mean any less to the likes of sonny.
head swivels at the immediate creak of wood that brings about another party to the small grouping, curious noise sounding in his throat. head dips at the sight of brown senior, nodded in greeting. his arrival was expected, seeing as the two had practically left him in the dust of the olden farm shed. sonny was almost embarrassed at the very thought, yet manages to rush through the likes of it so quickly the guilt doesn't manage to sink within his bones. there's an even bemused snort pushed through his nostrils at the expression that quirks over elijah's features, unable to help the bemused reaction. the pair have an odd relationship he is unable to place, some level of father - son bond that many in the same manner surely struggle with. ❛ - ah, righ'! yeah, i can take y'er order down! ❜ bottle is discarded, set instead upon the nearby counter as he makes to pull the previously folded sheet of paper from the bib of his overalls. the farmer gives an adamant shake of his head in response, aware of the fact he needs to put his foot down and take the first step forward. fingers fish within the pocket once more, go about fetching the likes of a partially chewed pen as he breaks the distance with a step or two. he supposes it would be easy enough to fake it, scribble down something nonsensical on the lines that are noted with nothing more than gibberish to his illiterate eyes. all he needed to do was recite them back to his brother, assures himself it couldn't possibly be that frustrating. ❛ 'm all good! y'a joinin', elijah? ❜