~Twenty Six~

[demented_mama]

[Voice]

[Forward dated to a more managable morning time of the 14th.

So.]

On a scale of, oh... one to ten, how painful has it been to lose any of your feathers.

Disgustingly charming wings of Luceti or otherwise. The thought of it can count too, if you want.

[ooc: FIRST JOURNAL TAG IS RESERVED, PLEASE WAIT ♥]

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[vulcanblazer]

Like a seven, if you must know. But that's one feather. It hurts a lot more with each one.

[Yeah, Halloween hasn't left his memory.]

[vulcanblazer]

If by sweep, you mean "leg sweep."

[demented_mama]

Or tail sweep.

[Such a smile in her voice.]

Though speaking of sweeping...

[vulcanblazer]

[That's always very ominous. Alerts are going off in his head.]

...What is it?

[demented_mama]

[She sighs, motherly, so motherly. It manages to evoke the fact of how big a pain the ass you've been all these years |D]

I raise you from the time you're this pitiful little infant with a penchant for scrapped knees and bumps on your head to a hotblooded teenager who can't stand anything with a drop of estrogen that isn't related to him, only for you to finally mature and have nearly all your pseudo girlfriends live with you along with your poor mother who you couldn't even think to tell.

You sweep your precious princess off her feet after months of pussy footing around and you can't even be bothered to tell me about it.

It would figure, the one time I think I can count on your teeth gnashing earnestness and straightforward tendencies to never hold back, it disappears into thin air.

[vulcanblazer]

[Massive blush.]

It seemed like you already knew this whole time!

[He may not have stated it outright, but something about her just.... seemed like she did, dammit. He didn't think it was necessary!

...And he would've gotten made fun of mercilessly.]

[demented_mama]

It doesn't matter if I could tell the moment I saw your dumb smiling face, light in your eyes shining so brightly you'd think the sun was hiding in them.

It's only polite, honestly, even you can take five minutes from being a barbarian, hmmm?

How hard is it say, 'this is my girlfriend. We have ridiculous amounts of chemistry and are hopelessly meant to be together and am I going to be so thoroughly whipped to the point that every beast tamer in the Netherworld is going to go to her for advice.'

There. Easy.

[Are you new? You were never going to escape ♥]

[vulcanblazer]

[That blush has not gone away and has gotten worse as Mom systematically described how he must've looked that day.

Goddammit!]

...So which is it? Am I a beast or a barbarian? There's a big difference.

[demented_mama]

I was thinking more along the lines of a beastly barbarian.

[vulcanblazer]

Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry.

Though honestly, I figured if I just said it outright to you you'd just do the "don't think I'm blind and deaf" routine like I was insulting your intelligence or something.

[This man speaks from experience dammit.]

[demented_mama]

[She laughs.]

Or I could have rolled my eyes and said about time and it would have been over and done with.

You chose to put off the inevitable.

[vulcanblazer]

This is you we're talking about. You would've followed it up with some sort of cutting [If admittedly witty] remark.

[demented_mama]

Why don't we just chalk it up as my remarkable character trait and leave it at that.

[Your mama is oh so witty you know it to be true.]

[vulcanblazer]

[A resigned sigh.]

I suppose I really can't argue with that.