A Talk With Mother And Father
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"It's about Sangre, isn't it?" My mother was quick to catch what was going on. Perhaps she has been waiting for me just to talk about it already.
"Yeah…" I sighed, sitting over the snow. "Its kind of funny now that I've also evolved into a Vampire Dragon like him, isn't it?"
"It is indeed… rather ironic." My mother sighed, looking into the distance. "So what do you want to talk about him? Go ahead and ask me anything you want…. I've made up my mind to talk about this."
"Son… This topic is rather delicate for your mother…" My father said. "Perhaps we could-"
"It's fine, Fafnir, you don't need to get in the way." Said my mother. "I already said I've made up my mind. Dear, are you trying to insult my resolve?"
My mother's eyes glowed slightly angrily. I guess she was really taking this seriously. Father quickly shut up after her words.
"A-Ah… No, not at all…" He sighed, feeling slightly intimidated.