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“you’d think that, at twenty-five years of age and a shed load of military experience beyond what one would normally have, would be enough to get your father to back off, but… nope,” lucy shook her head, immediately regretting the movement as a wave of nausea hit. she sighed. “i’m starting to think i need to learn another language just to tell him no… again.”
“have you ever known your dad to be the type to back off?” james inquired, taking a seat beside lucy. lucy’s father was not the most - accommodating person he’d ever met. to say the least. he was a hypocritical, pessimistic man, in his opinion. and had seemingly had a problem with him since the day they’d met. “what happened this time? and with the uh -’ he gestures to the plaster on her forehead. “metahuman attacks?”