Wolf mother, where you been?

which is funny because nic was known for not getting attached to anyone besides worick and nina. he even has a hard time growing to like alex. b was iffy as well, she wasn’t hesitant, she was loud and very strongly opinionated, she was pretty when she felt like being gussied up and even prettier in her natural state. she didn’t try unless she had too. he valued her, which was even more strange.

THAT’S REALLY FUNNY MOM, HILARIOUS, I’M PISSIN’ MYSELF JUST LAUGHIN.

he wasn’t half lying. there was a shit eating grin.

SAY MA’, WHAT’S SO GREAT ABOUT ALCOHOL ANYWAY? IT’S NASTY, GIVES YA BAD BREATH, SHITTY HEADACHES AND YEARS OF REGRET AND AIDS TESTIN’. WHAT’S THE POINT? JUST TRY SOME MILK, IT’S NICE, RELAXING, HELPS YOU GROW.

they both had emotional issues that they were struggling to work past.  like mother like son. 

she just grinned at him in response before rolling her shoulders. there was a series of rather unpleasant sounding pops and crackling as she stretched her arms above her and in front of her, her body settling into the new height: an inch or five over nic’s head. 

“Don’t need milk for that, babycakes.” she even went so far as to lean an elbow on his head as they walked. “and its good ‘cause it makes me forget my old regrets by making new ones. the circle of this stupid, shitty life, it is. besides! i can have milk with my alcohol. theres recipes for that. it’s nasty but theres recipes for it. “

chalk it up to the weird lady knowing another iceberg situation when she could see it. she gave frisk a tight squeeze before setting them down again. 

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ” 

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

he didnt show himself to a lot of people. notably saitama was, as  alot of people put, just an average guy. comical, but human. he was fairly like every other person, he had his anxiety attacks, his depressive slumps, his jealous fits, he experienced a lot of emotions but at the end of the day he tends to just shrug it off. that was over now he can move on,  sure he was strong physically but he was also strong mentally and emotionally.

sometimes.

because every human falls at some point in their life.

“sounds like somewhere someone rigged shit, you ask me.” good thing nobody did. she still kept eyeing him curiously, that nagging feeling pulling at her gut that she just wanted to know more. if you were friends, saitama became more of an open book as things progressed. but it was still interesting that there was no big secret. there was no magic.

he was just an ordinary human. 

maybe thats why he made for such an interesting plaything.  she hummed quietly and gently tapped a claw against his chest, thoughts still churning as he spoke again. she didn’t even have a chance to register what was happening before she was grabbed and they were off. 

“yes?”

he looked at her curiously, a small smile on his lips– a practiced, polite smile, that one would generally give a stranger. he gave a short, dry laugh at her words, shrugging as his hands slipped into his pockets. he hummed thoughtfully for a moment, before sighing– nodding his head slightly as he exhaled.

“i would suggest you use the term ‘friends’ rather loosely, but yes, i’m… familiar with him.”

his eyebrow raised at her words, and his lips curled into a smirk for a moment before the polite smile was back– as if it never left in the first place. his voice when he spoke was quiet as he took a step away from the bustling crowd so they could at least speak a little more privately– and also not run the risk of anyone bumping into them.

“did he, now? i must admit, i’m curious about what he might have said… but in the mean time, i suppose that it’s a pleasure to meet you, i take this all to mean that you’re also an associate of uta-san’s, no?”

there was a slight pause as he looked her over, realizing that he didn’t even have the slightest inking towards what her name could possibly be– despite the fact that she had been the one to stop him, as if that action alone wasn’t bothersome in the first place. 

he’s a very busy man, even in koi. there was limitless information that was waiting to be found, and izaya really didn’t like wasting his time on small talk with others when he didn’t find it necessary or interesting. and this?

“it’s a sad, really– i mean, you apparently know who i am, but i can’t say that i’ve heard even an passing comment about you…?

this was so extra.

the only interesting part of this conversation was that she apparently knew uta, which in itself isn’t that strange seeing as the man did tend to talk to a lot of people. it made for interesting pillow talk, if anything.

at least the woman didn’t seem that interested either, given how she was eyeing the unwrapped burger in her hands.

she swallowed and swiped her tongue over her upper lip, speaking before going in for another bite.

“i’ll use whatever words i want to,” her tone suggested one of absolutely no budging on the matter. “you talking, you friends. you fuckin’, you still friends.” 

a spark. and suddenly, back to complete indifference. her eyes returned to her meal again, talons picking through what she didn’t want and dropping the rather unappealing looking tomatoes onto the concrete next to her. someone elses problem. 

“i’m not a girl that kisses and tells, so. you’ll have to ask him yourself.” funny statement for someone who had no intention of that sort with the guy. but then again, what kind of statement could you use for someone whose sole relationship you had with them was an awkwardly perched parental relationship slash pack hunting mentality with? 

hard to find a greeting card for that. 

“but we’re friends. good friends. hence why i’m making this little visit.” another sharp glance in izaya’s direction, her dark eyes pinned to the guy as she tore another bite out of her food. “just wanted to know who he was hanging out with. if there was any cause for concern. you know how it goes. 

“he can take care of himself, but i worry.” 

worry was a strong word. no, nosey was what was happening here. you know someone you need to know who all is swimming in the tank. you need to know if there are any kind of sharks in your own feeding pool. thats just what this visit was. 

brief irritation flashes across her face and for a split moment--  nothing. she has better control than that. so instead she just offers a sharp smile. 

two can play this game if he’s so hellbent on playing it.

he knew his mother wasn’t the violent sort. ironic, right? but still nevertheless he wanted to try and make her smile some. even after the fight. again, fighting made her feel ugly.

was it because she transformed from what the public was used too? or was it some emotional thing? whenever he fought he felt ontop of the world muddled with feral anxiety, like a wild animal fighting all the aspects the food chain sets down, the weaker getting gobbled up by whatevers bigger– it was a rush for someone who felt so dead on the inside.

was that how she felt?

i hate it but you like it, ill take you to go get some, i want milk

one comment too far and all that precious humanity she worked so hard to grab for was gone. 

she was better than that. after all, she was the mature, smart one.