Despite the fact that he’s sitting in front of the television with his brothers, Felonious keeps staring between his two parents. Ceb, who was in the folding laundry despite working on the same now crumpled shirt, and his other father while he was to be reading, or pretending to considering Alistair hadn’t turned the page of his book in the last five or so minutes. He wondered if they were still stuck on the whole business with the teacher from earlier despite the fact that they’d both decided to put it aside for now.
“… Are you still mad?” He asked quietly after a while.
Alistair was simply staring blankly at the page of his book, the written words turning into nothing but black lines that are barely being soaken up in his mind due to the fact he was mentally processing something else entirely.
in his head, he was angrily rambling to nobody but himself. thoughts swirling around in his mind.
´who does this pathetic waste of matter think he is?!? to address my sons so disrespectfully and attempt to STARVE my babies for NOTHING?!? how does this bumbling, disgraceful OX with way too much vacant space between his ears still have a JOB?!? if I had his position I could personally make sure my boys are given a PROPER learning space as WELL as the RESPECT they DESERVE!! he should count his lucky stars that I do not know where he resides, for I would break open his door, and SLICE OFF HIS FACE WITH MY OWN NAILS BEFORE I-!!´
"-hm?" his little boy´s quiet, tiny voice pulled him out of those manic ramblings only he could hear, and he promptly looked up from his book, glanced between him and Ceban and then answered.
"what? why are you asking?" he said, which really was no answer at all, come to think of it, but rather a counter question..
