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@calypso-montague
Always predict, Montague. Always.
As stated — Not interested. Though for you, arms. You’re weak. And core.
It wasn't a lacking prediction. It was just a shitty decisions. Away from you is where I should be.
Yet still here and still responding. My arm strength is fine. And so is my core. I am not weak.
your hands can heal, your hands can bruise. i don't have a choice, but i'd still choose you. i don't love you, but i always will.
That’s not something to be proud of.
Training, but there are key things to train and I’ve lost interest in this so nevermind.
I should've, in hind sight. Then what should I be training, Mr. Miyagi?
Fucking trannies..
Obviously you are, I’m making a simple thing known as “conversation.”
Watch it. I almost transferred to Erudite. What else would I be doing in a training room?
Obviously if they’re doing something incompetently. Who the fuck does girl push-ups still?
Didn’t answer my question, though, Cal.
Transfers.
I'm not allowed to fucking train now?
Oops.
What brings you here.
I was in here, you're the one that came in and started yelling at people.
Eh. It’s you.. [sighs] Hello, Calypso.
Whoah, try to contain the excitement. Might shit yourself.
You are the fucking epitome of embarrassment, stop.
Maybe you should stop talking to yourself.
Hmm.. Last time I checked.. Which was, I believe, two days ago.. It said Archilles Stone. [leans in and whispers] I took out Archer, his name was shit. [leans back to his full height] Explain then, how he’d be a better father when the real father is going through cautionary requirements to make sure he isn’t given up for adoption. [he growls into a yell] Explain!
Deep breath in, deep breath out. She reminded herself not to get mad, because that would mean he won. She had to stay calm, had to stay reasonable. She shook her head once, not bothering to look up at him. And then it's tampered with. I have the original, and you'll never know where to find it, and that's the one that'll hold up. It's over, Ares.
Because he's not just something that exists when you remember or when you want to go see him! He's still around after you get bored, y'know. He deserves someone that's not going to get bored of him and disappear for a week before you remember he exists again.
Ah, yet both parents are present. And if I’m correct, the birth certificate has his last name as Stone. You can continue attempting to pry me out of this but.. I’m just like a PTSD. I’m always going to be there when you don’t want it and when you do - and there’s no way of escaping me. So, again. have fun!
Achilles Archer Montague, actually. I was still pissed at you when I had him. You're not on the birth certificate as his father, either. No rights. No nothing. He's all mine, and I can do what I want. Hyperion would be a better dad than you are, anyway.
Have fun retracting his DNA!
DNA doesn't matter.
My brother wants to adopt him, and I'm thinking about letting him. Weight off my shoulders. If that's the case, you're out for good. You probably don' give a shit, but just a fair warning before you're charged with kidnapping someone else's kid.
Preferably not, but you can tell me what’s eating you alive and I just may be able to help.
Nothing is eating me. I'm grumpy. I'm allowed to be grumpy.
Ehh, nope.
No, you no. I said I was done, and I am. I am so done. And me being done means no more Achilles. You didn't want to be a father, now congratulations, you're not. No more.
Also not my fault for you coming by here and staying.
Whatever.
Before I leave - stop kidnapping my son.
Oh please. You’re never done, Calypso. You’re scared, and you have no voice when you need to speak. Lets hope your son didn’t get that fine trait from you.
And now I'm done here.
I thrive for this sort of atmosphere. You can leave, I don’t want you infiltrating complaints into my atmosphere.
Not my fault you make me nauseous.
