"Of course I know the motherfucker," Fedora sneered coldly, his lips pressing into a hard, serious frown.
The words earned him a sharp, expectant dip of eyebrows from Miguel, whose gaze remained unreadable and heavy.
" No-no-no, Fedoraaaa! Ah! be nice!" Storm corrected immediately, his voice pitching higher in a desperate attempt to warn the boy.
'Oh please, shut up for once, you boy', Storm panicked, his thoughts spiraling inwardly as he felt the ground shifting beneath them.
Fedora finally averted his sharp gaze from Miguel, dropping it down to his father's soft, pleading eyes.
'Pathetic', Fedora thought, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as he rolled his eyes inwardly at the display of weakness.
"You know him?" Fedora asked, skillfully reversing the man's own question back onto him.
"Ha! Fedora," Storm called out, finally forcing his voice to stabilize, trying to blend into the room's jagged energy.
