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[Margaery]

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[color=#b09090]"Where'd you learn to talk like that, unum meam flammea?"

Margaery didn't sound exactly angry as she arrived, more so shocked that her son already had such a troublesome potty mouth. She could probably figure out who exactly had been the one to pass that trait along (hint hint: it was Suiteheart), but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and see if Onision would confess as to where he picked up the word 'fuck'. She would not lie though- she was halfway amused that the little vampire was already set on fighting the sun of all things. He certainly was ambitious, a trait she admired, albeit a bit... egotistical? Prideful? She didn't know what word she was looking for but dismissed her thoughts in favor of a smile as she sat down.

[color=#b09090]"And what's this I hear about the sun and disrespecting your elders? You aren't being rude to Moon, are you, Oni?" Margaery inquired jokingly, a metaphorical brow arching, [color=#b09090]"You'll never win against the sun with that attitude, kiddo." Had she just called Onision 'kiddo'? Strange. That nickname was very Suite-esque and not at all similar to her typical 'love' or 'darling'. Whatever, it was probably just the bond being odd again. [color=#b09090]"Regardless, you're going to need to get a little bigger before I let you fight the sun."

(unum meam flammea - my fiery one)