@othertypcs asked: [REAPPEARANCE] - benrey, and I WONT FORGET TO SPECIFY THIS TIME, for deded
misc. scenarios | accepting
[REAPPEARANCE] - Someone from my muse’s past has resurfaced - for better or worse - and they come to your muse for advice, shelter, or perhaps to celebrate.
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“Ah - hold on... there!”
Deana adjusts Benrey’s tie just a little, loosening it up so it wasn’t choking up on their throat as much. It felt like a miracle that they got Benrey into formal attire for this event. She herself is in the nicest things she owned: black skirt, heels, white blouse, black cardigan. Anita, too, is dressed up, though no amount of makeup could hide just how tired she looked being here.
It was an annual event for Mateo Morrison to hold a party at his estate (estate, Deana thought with distaste, how pretentious), and for once, the other side of the family was invited. Deana jumped at the chance; not because she wanted to see her father, but because she wanted to see her sister. But she was going to need some support--and she wanted to introduce two of the most important people in her life to one another. So she asked Benrey if they would be her plus one, and thank God, they said yes.
Before they get out of the car, Deana runs through things one more time:
“Remember, Benrey, this is a formal event. Stay with me, yes? You do not have to talk if you do not want to. I will do whatever talking is necessary. Especially around Papá. Once we find Katarina, we should be able to relax more.”
Something clicks in her mind, and her eyes go wide.
“One more thing. This is very important. Katarina... is not yet out to Papá as a girl. So you will hear me refer to her with the wrong name, and the wrong pronouns.” As much as it pained her to do so, it was important to keep Katarina safe.
With a breath, Deana opens the car door. “Let us get this over with.”
The Morrison estate was luxurious, well-kept, tidy. Yet it felt... cold. Impersonal. Unlike the little apartment, there no pictures of a smiling family, just a rather miserable-looking family portrait of two. No strange oddities or knickknacks, but instead modern art pieces and little statuettes of nothing important.
“Deana?”
The one who called her name is a shorter man, with dark skin and hair very similar in tone to Deana’s own. The years had not been kind to his skin, yet he did his best to look together nonetheless. He shares Deana’s eyes.
Deana freezes in place, before her posture changes. Straight back, neatly folded hands. And as Benrey could probably tell, a polite, yet empty smile.
“... Hello, Papá. It is wonderful to see you again.”
Mateo Morrison smiles, though it’s hard to tell if there’s anything behind it. “Wonderful to see you, too, Deana.” He goes in for a hug, one that Deana returns out of courtesy. He turns to Benrey and raises a brow.
“Ah... who is your guest?”
“Yes - Papá, this is my close friend, Benrey. Benrey, this... is my father.”
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