Iván's eyes blinked incessantly as he simply stared at his
mother mentor who went on a pretty long and somewhat hard to follow rant. She seemed genuinely upset, probably even disappointed, at him, at something he didn't really do. Or did he actually do it? Did his subconscious betray him? Had it risen up, out from under the dark tendrils of his consciousness, preparing a violent and vicious revenge to satiate its unsatiable hunger for justice? Probably not. Iván had no idea what Alpha was talking about.
"What are you talking about?" Unlike his traitorous subconscious, he rose. To his feet. All drenched in the entrails and fluids of the monster that his
mother mentor had obliviously rescued him from. Or did she know he was in there, simply pretending to now know to teach him a lesson in faith and a
mother's mentor's love? Probably not, though honestly, who'd know? Alpha was as hard to understand as most female specimens were. To Iván at least.
"Johnny Depp is gross and cray cray. I don't want him to be my new dad! Doctor Holmes, however... He seems cool. He's not gonna summon a portal to Tertoria and leave me there just so he can have you all to himself, will he?"
Iván had never been to Tertoria. He would never want to be in Tertoria. Unless of course that bridge gets built as soon as possible. That place actually does seem interesting, excluding the part about them getting bullied around by some thousand-eyed tentacle monster for years and decades and millenia. Iván wasn't actually sure how long Tertoria's toxic relationship was with Titanius. He was never invited to that castle with all that info and stuff.
What castle? He laughed to himself.
"Oh, Corvella? What about Corvella? Did she say anything to you? Babies are gross," Iván admired Corvella for being one of the toughest warriors he had ever met, but dating her and making babies with her?! Well, to be fair, Corvella was attractive. With her looks and his...donation, they would probably make cute babies. Hopefully, those babies would have faces.
"No, mother! I am of age! I can drink all the alcohol I want and drug as many Santa Tooth Bunnies as I want!" Wait, what? Whatever. Rebellion! "You can't make me stop being me! I am me! You will never understand me! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" Iván furiously turned around, tears welling up in his eyes, and started to run away from his
mother mentor, only to slip and fall flat on his face after two steps.
wat Iván stayed on the ground, pretending to have died. He would have liked it if the embarrassed could've killed him, but apparently it didn't. Such betrayal. Such shame. Such terrible choice for a dramatic running outfit.
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