“So, Isis seems rather fond of you, Seth. I’m a bit surprised, you’re not nearly as tall as her last boyfriend– Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that to be rude! I just mean that she…has a type that you don’t exactly fit, but that’s okay–”
“Darling, you’re doing it again.” Jhonen stared with slightly squinted eyes at the young man before he let out a disapproving hum.
Ohhhh, what had he gotten himself into now?
Meeting Ice’s parents hadn’t even been on his list of possibilities when he’d thought about what might occur if he came over to her apartment, and yet, here they were. It was almost as if they had appeared to thwart his, admittedly vulgar, plans for his free day.
“I guess she is.” Seth forced himself to bite his tongue, “If she’s told ya that, I mean.“
He’d wanted to snarl back a response when she’d commented on his height, but he knew better. For all that he wished to be unpleasant to her, without any reason beyond her status as a mother, he was wiser than that desire. The hybrid was an acquaintance — no, more than that, though her parents not need know of the specifics of their relationship — of Isis, and the company she kept reflected upon her.
There was no wish in him to be pleasant to either of them, but he did not care to embarrass Ice, or worse anger her.
So instead, Seth turned his gaze to meet Jhonen’s own with a impish smile. The other man knew what he was, judging by that little noise, and he had no intention of letting it go.
“It’s alright. It’s just somethin’ mothers do, ain’t it?”
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