BLACK HOLE SUN // Angelembrace

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── The cub mock pouted at the demand to stop lying, as well as the insult that Aphra managed to spit out. That was a new one, he hadn’t heard her say that before. Very nice. ”Aw. But I like lying. I’ve gotten very good at it, too, I can even say that you’re such a warm and caring individual without gagging once, and that’s impressive.” Theatrics would be his forte, he would make sure of it. Though he did realize that she would not appreciate his list of skills, but he couldn’t please them all now could he? Admittedly, the reaction from his earlier commentary both frightened him and only served to encourage his bad behavior, this was, if nothing else, the most attention and conversation he’d ever gotten out of his mother. Which brought his thoughts up to the next potential target, Aphra’s almost humorous habit of selectively choosing when to acknowledge her place as his mother.

A soft snort escaped him, almost subconsciously. ”Please don’t waste your time! You’re not particularly what I would call a mother. Incubator is a better term, really, or is that too much? Sounds harsh, actually.” And miserable. Angel squinted in thought, for a moment legitimately trying to think of a more fitting word to use. Curiosity, really. ”I’ll give you the credit of giving birth, no easy task, but no more, no less. Besides, you should know better than to talk about your son like you have, and as long as I’m still breathing with my tongue in tact, I’ll speak to you how I feel like speaking to you.” He clicked his tongue once as if to prove a point, raising his brow lazily. He wouldn’t look intimidated, he refused to give her the satisfaction.