Christophe accepted the explanation; it made sense enough for a dream.
He found it odd that she didn’t react to his foul mouth at all. No reprimand or threat of being grounded for two weeks. He quite liked this change.
Additionally strange was the fact that he felt himself quickly growing accustomed to the tender touches of the Other Mother. They were soft and reassuring- if most mothers did this, he certainly had been missing out.
“Slow down,” he thought to himself, coming back to his senses. “She’s a freak wiz buttons for eyes, don’t go and become a quivering pussy just yet.” Still he played along, though he made sure not to let down his guard completely.
“Eh, what do I want? Zere is no need to make more food.” He took a sip from the glass, contemplating for a moment his next question.
“If I may ask…are zere…other, Other People? Like…an other father? Or is it just you?” He felt rather foolish, but asked anyway. He hardly remembered the real Mr. DeLorne; they hadn’t seen each other in years. Thus Christophe had no clear frame of reference. Still, he wished to see what his mind would cook up.
“Oh no, you have an other father of course, an other Gregory. I made this world just for you, so that you can be happy and enjoy yourself here. In this perfect world, there are no responsibilities, no hardships, no reasons for you to worry. Just, endless fun, merriment, and excitement. Just say the word, and it’s yours.” She replied before snapping her fingers as from the doorway came a tall man. He looked almost like an older Christophe, but a slightly different jawline and his hair wasn’t as scruffy. But it was the same nose, the same hair color. Though there was of course the button eyes.
“Bonjour, my son. I trust you enjoyed the dessert your maman prepared for you.” Said The Other Father with a small chuckle. The Other Mother smiled, and went away to the door, before coming back not a moment later with the Other Gregory.
“Hello old chap.” Said the other Gregory with a smile.
“ Is there anything else my love?” Asked the Other Mother, as she went over to Christophe and placed a hand on his shoulder.
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