piraticalheir:
“So - “ Palms press against the flat of the counter as he hoists himself up, black boots resting atop one of the chairs as a careless hand waves away the yells of the proprietor - crazy old bat, anyhow. Head cocks to the side as he takes the other one in, blue eyes traveling from feet upwards until they rest on the other man’s face - lips curving into a slow grin.
Fingertips make the careful dance to the plate beside him, stealing the piece of strawberry pie with nary a thought to whom it might belong - a pirate is a pirate, even if the attempts at civilization argue otherwise. Words are a dry lilt, tone laced with sarcasm and a faux respect that the boy doesn’t quite feel. “ - What do I call ya? Da?”
@twisted-but-pretty
The whole situation had been, quite literally, a shit show, one that left the former knight with a splitting headache and a decided lack of patience for the upstart’s attitude problem. Killian’s son or no, the degree of disrespect and disdain being shown to him and the other residents of Storybrooke warranted a confrontation, one that Guy was fairly certain would be best accomplished in a less public environment for the good of all involved.
“Do I look like your father?” His upper lip tugged up in a faint sneer, one brow arching as the cool, assessing gaze was returned to the boy before him. The demeanor was obviously a defense mechanism, antagonism as a shield against the hurts this world had thrown at him...
...but it still wasn’t going to fly.
“Any son of mine would have been raised with manners,” Guy drawled, sneer becoming a knowing smirk as he shook his head in dismissal., one hand flickering out to snatch the plate of pie away from the boy. “That rules you out.”
