🦆stubborn duck🦆

I sit down in the coffee shop, taking a but of the donut I got.

Al got a black coffee.

He's supposed to be telling me why he isn't a fan of being touched. Specifically by men. Except me for some reason.

"You sure that's all you want?" He asks, sitting across from me.

"Mhm. I'm not that hungry."

He looks at me before sighing.

"What have I told you about my father?"

"Uhm. Just that he's a monster."

"Ok." He swallows. "He was the kind of monster that not even a killer could love."

"An ugly one?"

"..hun.."

"..no..? Okay.."

He sighs, "there's something wrong with you."

"I'm the devil. Everythings wrong with me." I answer, taking another bite of my donut.

There's a slight shift in his smile.His real smile is gorgeous.

"Wait, is he why you won't be on camera?"

Al shakes his head, "no, that one's actually Vox's fault."

"How so?"

"Pettiness on my part."

I hold back a smile.

"My father though, was significantly worse."

I nod, watching him.

"He would hit both me and my mother and hated me with a passion."

"Why?"

"Well, he hated how unmanly I was, but it was the 1900's so that was considered normal." He answers. "His biggest concern was the fact I liked to be in the kitchen. Which was a womans place at the time."

"I'm pretty sure genders don't effect your cooking."

"They don't. Mimzy can't cook to save her life."

I laugh.

"Anyway, he basically tormented us, my mother got the worst of it of course, she protected me. It kind of became a silent agreement not to speak about him."

"Worst of it?"

"He was violent, think, me when I'm handling lone sharks for mimzy, but all the time."

"Oh.."

"Except sexually aswell."

"But not to you right?" I mumble. "..right??"

He gives me a little smile, his eyes answering for me.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚! 𝙎𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩! 𝙁𝙞𝙨𝙝! 𝙁𝙞𝙭 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙧! 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣!"𝙃𝙚 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮, 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙. "𝙉𝙤! " 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨." 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!! "

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

"𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖!!! "

He blinks.

"You know actually, I have something to do-"

"Sit down." He looks at me.

"Whyyy."

"You can do whatever you want, after you eat."

"You're not even worried?"

"Why would I be worried? Eat."

I hum, taking a bite as I pull my phone out.

"Really?"

"Hold onnnn. I promise I'm not going to stay on it."

𝙈𝙚: 𝙊𝙯 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚?

𝙊𝙯𝙯𝙞𝙚: 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 '𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩.

I put my phone back in my pocket, looking at him.

"So, what about your mother?"

Al looks at me, real-smiling a bit.

"My mother was a lovely woman, despite the troubles."

I smile, listening to him talk.