#this is fine...

Well, that was a first. No one had ever compared him to his mother before. Then again, Gray remained the only person left who could do so. People used to say he looked like pop when he was a kid, he vaguely remembered that. Maybe things had changed a lot since then with age. But two thousand years worth of memories in a human head. It didn't work well and some days he might as have had dementia. "I don't really remember what she looked like," he shrugged in an attempt to appear as if he didn't care as much as he actially did. If they were lucky, he might recall a flash of her face on another day.

She just watches him go. Little rat bastard. Taking a small sip of her coffee, she hears guards sprint after him and as the sound of a squabble begins to flood the halls (as well as the smell of smoke), she just mutters, "This is fine."

Ateez Part 139 / ∞