Legen- wait for it-
“And that, kids, is how I met...your Aunt Nicole!”
“Dad, we know our mother. She’s the one who brought us to New Detroit to visit, remember? And we know Aunt Nicole is literally like a sister to you.”
“And we know how you met! We sit through these stories, like, every year! Unless you finally want to tell us how you and Uncle Adam met?”
“We don’t talk about how me and Adam met. Uncle Robbie’s rules. We met at Temple like everyone else. End of story.”
"Whatever. We'll ask the twins later."
“Plus you’re gay! We know that. And you spent like, at least five minutes describing Uncle Will’s hair.”
“Ugh. Yeah! Isn’t one advantage of being grown in tubes supposed to be that we can pretend both of our parents are asexual?”
“I... What? I... Just...shut up and listen to the rest of the story.”
Coordinated sighs.
[Several hours later.]
“And that, kids, is how your mom asked me to donate my genetics to your creation. In a completely sterile and scientific way.”
“We’ve seen the diagrams, Dad. So...that’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“No, I don’t buy it. That is not the reason you made us listen to this.”
“Oh, really? Then what’s the reason?”
“Let's look at the facts here. You made us sit down and listen to this story about how you met Mom, yet Mom's hardly in the story, and also you met her in hour one. No. This is a story about how you totally love 8th Street, and you want us to join.”
“Exactly! And now that you’re both finally old enough, (and I have your mother’s permission), welcome to the gang! Here are your colors, don’t lose them, keep track of each other, and go have fun!”
“Err.... Aren’t they going to beat us up now?”
“Nah. You’re legacies! Besides, quick survival tip, don’t piss off your head demolitions expert. It never ends well. Sometimes it ends with a bat to the kidneys, because why waste the materials? But it never ends well.”
Edit: I left out reference to any actual members of 8th Street because in too many cases he'd then have to explain why they aren't around anymore, and that would too closely mirror the Mother, and it would have gotten angsty and...yeah. Though I totally could have used Raver in the beginning rather than Nicole, but I wanted to mention Nicole. Hm. This may actually get edited. No. It shouldn't. Too much to do. But...maybe...
“Dad, we know our mother. She’s the one who brought us to New Detroit to visit, remember? And we know Aunt Nicole is literally like a sister to you.”
“And we know how you met! We sit through these stories, like, every year! Unless you finally want to tell us how you and Uncle Adam met?”
“We don’t talk about how me and Adam met. Uncle Robbie’s rules. We met at Temple like everyone else. End of story.”
"Whatever. We'll ask the twins later."
“Plus you’re gay! We know that. And you spent like, at least five minutes describing Uncle Will’s hair.”
“Ugh. Yeah! Isn’t one advantage of being grown in tubes supposed to be that we can pretend both of our parents are asexual?”
“I... What? I... Just...shut up and listen to the rest of the story.”
Coordinated sighs.
[Several hours later.]
“And that, kids, is how your mom asked me to donate my genetics to your creation. In a completely sterile and scientific way.”
“We’ve seen the diagrams, Dad. So...that’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“No, I don’t buy it. That is not the reason you made us listen to this.”
“Oh, really? Then what’s the reason?”
“Let's look at the facts here. You made us sit down and listen to this story about how you met Mom, yet Mom's hardly in the story, and also you met her in hour one. No. This is a story about how you totally love 8th Street, and you want us to join.”
“Exactly! And now that you’re both finally old enough, (and I have your mother’s permission), welcome to the gang! Here are your colors, don’t lose them, keep track of each other, and go have fun!”
“Err.... Aren’t they going to beat us up now?”
“Nah. You’re legacies! Besides, quick survival tip, don’t piss off your head demolitions expert. It never ends well. Sometimes it ends with a bat to the kidneys, because why waste the materials? But it never ends well.”
Edit: I left out reference to any actual members of 8th Street because in too many cases he'd then have to explain why they aren't around anymore, and that would too closely mirror the Mother, and it would have gotten angsty and...yeah. Though I totally could have used Raver in the beginning rather than Nicole, but I wanted to mention Nicole. Hm. This may actually get edited. No. It shouldn't. Too much to do. But...maybe...