CONVINCED? Well, that definitely wasn’t the word Devon would use to describe what both her and her wife did to help their son to pursue the career path he was brilliant at. Dropping subtle hints here and there shouldn’t be considered as convincing, right? In her mind it was rather something that could be called just PARENTING, in general. After all, all mothers wanted to see their children do something they supposedly excell at. “— no one said you should STOP, son,” she interjected, raising her pointer finger up. “I just said you should always make sure you either do it in moderation, or wait for the BEST moment to strike them – and something is telling me that it wasn’t the greatest time to do so.” Nothing wrong with a little bit of teasing, now, was there? Devon let out a rather sharp, quick chuckle and followed it by a genuine smile, “Well, there’s a reason MOM TWO doesn’t know half the things I tell you. I won’t tell her I am your FAVOURITE, either.” And that’s the promise she will keep. She wasn’t above anyone to go blabbering around about useless things, even if it was to her own wife. “Did you two fight AGAIN? Gee whiz…” the woman couldn’t exactly take herself seriously right now, and so shouldn’t Isaac. A part of her, however, still wondered what could possibly happen this time around. “I am paying, yes,” she answered quickly, sitting down, as well. “I’d rather you not eat the full menu, CELLULOSE doesn’t digest well…”
“That’s BASICALLY what you’re saying,” Isaac countered. He had tried different approaches before but they all felt fake... FORCED, so he had reverted back to his take no prisoners attitude in every aspect of his life. His mothers had taught him to be unrelenting and true to himself, and that is EXACTLY what he felt he was doing -- regardless of situation or timing. He - the city of Seattle - needed answers, and no one was going to get them by smiling and being polite. He had a tendency to skip those steps and go straight for the jugular... so to speak. “You don’t take a back seat in the court room, do you? When someone says that you should calm things down and speak in a more polite fashion, do you? If you EXPLICITLY know that there’s something being held back, do you just sit there and smile and let it go because I know I don’t. You’re a lawyer, mom. It’s your job to make sure that the truth is what they say it is. I’m a journalist. It’s my job to make sure that there truth is there in THE FIRST PLACE. I don’t give a shit if people think my methods are fucking insensitive, I get my job done.” Even if other people didn’t think that his writing was good or that it made an impact on the world or community that they were all living in, Isaac wouldn’t stop. He was taught better than that -- that and it wasn’t in his nature to do so; both being within him creating such a LETHAL COMBINATION that it was rare to find someone who actually liked him for who he was. Thankfully, though, it was a tiny comfort that both Devon and Gale had to like him. After all, the CHOSE him. “Gee whiz? Last time I checked, you weren’t a seventy year old woman knitting on the front porch -- and no, we’re not fighting. Not this time. We’re just... it’s a DIFFERENCE OF OPINION thing again. It’s whatever,” he waved it off as if it was of no importance. He and Gale were probably the least similar between the three, but that didn’t mean that Isaac respected or loved her any less. “Good because that’s what I was hoping for. Besides, you invited me here so it’s only fair that you pay,” he nodded at his own words, a small smirk playing on his lips before a scowl took precedence. “--- Are you saying I’m fat?”
