understandable. maybe that’s why he’s become so accustomed to calling her ‘mother’ or ‘mom’– all the variations of, ironically he has no idea just what a mom is like other than theres the sense of protection and love and guidance and cherishing– fond memories and though they met for a few months before hey seem to almost meld and muddle together.
which is funny because nic was known for not getting attached to anyone besides worick and nina. he even has a hard time growing to like alex. b was iffy as well, she wasn’t hesitant, she was loud and very strongly opinionated, she was pretty when she felt like being gussied up and even prettier in her natural state. she didn’t try unless she had too. he valued her, which was even more strange.
THAT’S REALLY FUNNY MOM, HILARIOUS, I’M PISSIN’ MYSELF JUST LAUGHIN.
he wasn’t half lying. there was a shit eating grin.
SAY MA’, WHAT’S SO GREAT ABOUT ALCOHOL ANYWAY? IT’S NASTY, GIVES YA BAD BREATH, SHITTY HEADACHES AND YEARS OF REGRET AND AIDS TESTIN’. WHAT’S THE POINT? JUST TRY SOME MILK, IT’S NICE, RELAXING, HELPS YOU GROW.
hes bitter and short.
b could honestly say the same towards him. she wasn’t known to taking people under her wing, very rarely did she ever and it was always someone of her own species at that. but as is her way, she immediately took to nic as a friend and as time went on and the memories grew between them. quite possibly because they both fell into a guarded but easy going manner, both knowing that neither of them were ready to open up but still respected it.
they both had emotional issues that they were struggling to work past. like mother like son.
she just grinned at him in response before rolling her shoulders. there was a series of rather unpleasant sounding pops and crackling as she stretched her arms above her and in front of her, her body settling into the new height: an inch or five over nic’s head.
“Don’t need milk for that, babycakes.” she even went so far as to lean an elbow on his head as they walked. “and its good ‘cause it makes me forget my old regrets by making new ones. the circle of this stupid, shitty life, it is. besides! i can have milk with my alcohol. theres recipes for that. it’s nasty but theres recipes for it. “
stay bitter and short.













