11-28-2017, 08:46 PM
"Alright."
Ned can't speak much to Family. He's never said anything about his own and what little interaction he's had with Margot's is probably not the best of things to bring up in any conversation let alone this one. Ned is grateful for the weed. He doesn't offer her much more than that one word, staring at the kitchen counter with a lazy little nod and a murmur of something unintelligible that the orphan probably thought he was keeping to himself. When he finally does turn to look at Margot, it's with slightly sad and resolute eyes.
"Whatever he does or doesn't know, he'll find out eventually. When he does, the first and last fact you need to keep in mind, you always need to keep in mind is that all the shitty, hard, ugly, nasty, puberty, high school, nonsense with boys, nonsense with girls stupid, shitty, ugly parts of the last 20+ years? He skipped out on. You made your decisions on your own whether he likes it or not. Wasn't a thing he did about any of it, including going to find his son during those ugly parts." Ned's words don't ring with any sort of regret or fear. He had made up some sort of conclusion about where this all could lead already. Probably long before this conversation.
"Beyond that? I hope he's nice. And brings you no less than a Decade's worth of birthday and Christmas presents. Back taxes, motherfucker..." Ned coughs again, a bit deeper this time as his insides threaten to parch up. He pushes off the counter, veering around it toward the sink. Then his body reminds him of the state he's in and he pops the fridge open, in search of the cakes the Doc had made a month ago...and failing to remember the effect probably did not last long enough for those cakes to be cakes anymore.
"The fuck ate all the damned cake?"
Ned can't speak much to Family. He's never said anything about his own and what little interaction he's had with Margot's is probably not the best of things to bring up in any conversation let alone this one. Ned is grateful for the weed. He doesn't offer her much more than that one word, staring at the kitchen counter with a lazy little nod and a murmur of something unintelligible that the orphan probably thought he was keeping to himself. When he finally does turn to look at Margot, it's with slightly sad and resolute eyes.
"Whatever he does or doesn't know, he'll find out eventually. When he does, the first and last fact you need to keep in mind, you always need to keep in mind is that all the shitty, hard, ugly, nasty, puberty, high school, nonsense with boys, nonsense with girls stupid, shitty, ugly parts of the last 20+ years? He skipped out on. You made your decisions on your own whether he likes it or not. Wasn't a thing he did about any of it, including going to find his son during those ugly parts." Ned's words don't ring with any sort of regret or fear. He had made up some sort of conclusion about where this all could lead already. Probably long before this conversation.
"Beyond that? I hope he's nice. And brings you no less than a Decade's worth of birthday and Christmas presents. Back taxes, motherfucker..." Ned coughs again, a bit deeper this time as his insides threaten to parch up. He pushes off the counter, veering around it toward the sink. Then his body reminds him of the state he's in and he pops the fridge open, in search of the cakes the Doc had made a month ago...and failing to remember the effect probably did not last long enough for those cakes to be cakes anymore.
"The fuck ate all the damned cake?"