ใ his eyes lighten up, a tilt of his head in amusement. ใ
" Ah-! So you admit it? You enjoooy meeee- "
ใ he stretches his arm over the other obnoxiously, nearly deadweight against the other. he enjoyed being annoying. ใ
ใ his features soften, and he stops evading. ใ
" You're not selfish for having wants, mum- what's selfish is not addressing them. "
ใ he lets himself let his weight fall slightly against the wings of his mother, a strange serenity falling over the scene. ใ
ใ he tries to stifle a snicker because releasing his laughter, brushing his hands through his hair with a content sigh. ใ
" Surely, not! You absolutely adore my company- I'm simply DARLING. "
ใ dramatically, he leans his lanky frame into the other, falling deadweight. ใ
ใ he chuckled, half-heartedly ducking from her as he moved to fix his hair once more. ใ
" I didn't grow up FAST- I age like anyone else. "
ใ except in limbo. but that's not something he wants to discuss with his mother. even as a goddess of death- HIS was not discussed. ใ
" No- no, nothing like that- "
ใ he was hurry to clarify, slumping defeatedly in the embrace of his mother. oh how quick a grown man coukd become a child again. ใ
" I've just been- busy. Making up for lost time, I 'spose. "
ใ for 13 years of it- or at least felt like it. ใ
ใ he cranes his neck back at the flick, pressing his hand to his chest. ใ
" Oh you're a mother duck now, Quackity? I follow in your shadow waiting to spread my wings? "
ใ curious, sticking his foot out to half heartedly trip him up. ใ
" Not much there to follow, is there?"
ใ he lets out a chuckle, shoulders fallen slack. ใ
" Yeah- yeah, that sounds like 'im. I doubt Tommy was raised any different. "
ใ he presses his palms together, heaving out a sigh. ใ
" I'm- glad to see you, though. A lot has happened since I saw you last. "
ใ he slunk to the side of the other, feigning offense with a small task task. ใ
" Me? A stalker? Oh, now you don't think little ol' me would do that, do you? "
ใ his lips curled in amusement as pushed up his glasses. ใ
" I think YOU are just too easy to find. "
ใ he gave her a bashful smile, lanky figure stooping slightly to the height of his mother. she was no small woman- but he was still rather tall. he let himself fall into the safety of maternal arms. ใ
" I've missed you. It's been too long. "
" Technoblade-! "
ใ the brunet called out, tossing a wooden sword towards the other's feet. he spun a seperate one in a free hand. ใ
" Do you remember how we used to spar when we were younger? My god- thise were the days, huh? "
ใ the tensity he carried in his shoulders softened at her words. he should've known his mother was just as his father. he brushed it off with a chuckle. ใ
" Nervous? Me? Nonono, never! Never drempt it-! "