TheClosetKidnapper

Ian I shrug and think, "From what I remember of the stories my grandparents told me, Greeks were supposed to be... leaders of a tamer life. The Romans are always ...

Ian I look at her and flash a smile, shaking my head, "No. Not at all. My ancestors were demigods. I'm... sixth generation, I think, Kyle seventh. On the Roman ...

Ian I nod and sigh. Well... it's not the strangest thing I've heard... "Interesting."

Ian I glance at Kyle, "Greek or Roman?"

He said yeah.

I'm asking him. Brb though.

*shrugs* MM's on. Ask him.

Ian I study her, Kyle finishing his ice cream and heading back to the toy truck, "Then where are you from?"

Morning.

Ian I sigh, "Wow. And you... create things?"

Ian My eyes widen, "Do I even want to ask about the rest of your family?"

Ian I flash a smile, "As long as she can't electrocute me or my son..."

Ian I nod, "Okay then... Wonderful."

Ian I nod slowly and flash a smile, "Well... could he kindly not do that again? I'd rather not have my son see someone's skeleton light up..."

Ian I tighten an arm around Kyle, "So... did we do something wrong then, or is he just being an a*h*le about this situation?"