Fritz blinked, a puzzled look coming across his face.
"...space?", Fritz asked, "why not something terrestrial, like a volcano or something?"

"Well, not a lot of people can get to space, and space is endless, or so I've heard. I personally don't believe that, everything has to end at one point, but whatever. If I throw it into a volcano it would probably explode, because let's be real. A lot of really dangerous stuff is explosive. If it explodes, everyone dies. See? Logic." Toby explained.
 
"Well, not a lot of people can get to space, and space is endless, or so I've heard. I personally don't believe that, everything has to end at one point, but whatever. If I throw it into a volcano it would probably explode, because let's be real. A lot of really dangerous stuff is explosive. If it explodes, everyone dies. See? Logic." Toby explained.
"Makes sense.", Fritz said grabbing another slice of pizza. "But how do you plan on getting into space?"
 
"Of course I'd like to be your friend, even if you punched me once or twice, or like...thirty times...." Wolfram forced a smile, no matter how haunting the blood coated scar was. "I won't complain about seeing you more often then not."
"Alright, but let's be clear that this does not mean I'm going to stop attacking you when you deserve it," Bleddyn warned with a tempermental wag of her finger.
Her face went blank from guarded uncertainty at his last words. "Are you...what....are you fl-"

"I see you've gotten my daughter to talk." Connor's voice, taut with accusation, came out of nowhere. He casually leaned against the counter right behind Bleddyn, waiting patiently to be faced.

Surprise nearly had Bleddyn pitch herself into Wolfram's arms.
 
"Alright, but let's be clear that this does not mean I'm going to stop attacking you when you deserve it," Bleddyn warned with a tempermental wag of her finger.
Her face went blank from guarded uncertainty at his last words. "Are you...what....are you fl-"

"I see you've gotten my daughter to talk." Connor's voice, taut with accusation, came out of nowhere. He casually leaned against the counter right behind Bleddyn, waiting patiently to be faced.

Surprise nearly had Bleddyn pitch herself into Wolfram's arms.
Wolfram opened his mouth to reply, but they where both cut off by Connor's voice. He looked up quickly, pulling his arm away from Bleddyn's. "Y-yep! I was just leaving, so I'll um....leave...like...right now." He stammered, slowly backing out of the kitchen.
 
Wolfram opened his mouth to reply, but they where both cut off by Connor's voice. He looked up quickly, pulling his arm away from Bleddyn's. "Y-yep! I was just leaving, so I'll um....leave...like...right now." He stammered, slowly backing out of the kitchen.
(ooooh I'm not ready for this)

A knock came at the door.
 
Wolfram opened his mouth to reply, but they where both cut off by Connor's voice. He looked up quickly, pulling his arm away from Bleddyn's. "Y-yep! I was just leaving, so I'll um....leave...like...right now." He stammered, slowly backing out of the kitchen.
"Actually, you're not," Connor corrected brightly, locking a tight grip onto Wolfram's nearest arm. Somehow, he was making cheerfulness extremely threatening. "You have a father or someone I could talk to, Wolfram?"

Mortified, Bleddyn facepalmed and wished herself invisible. "Dad, please, no--"

Connor cocked his head to face his daughter while maintaining his hold on the boy. "What was that, Bleddyn?"

Bleddyn winced as he abnormally used her full name. "Just let him go. He's not doing anything wrong."

"That's exactly the issue."

Bleddyn's face went from a disturbing shade of pale to a complete scarlet flush in a matter of seconds when Connor indirectly confirmed her fears.
 
"Actually, you're not," Connor corrected brightly, locking a tight grip onto Wolfram's nearest arm. Somehow, he was making cheerfulness extremely threatening. "You have a father or someone I could talk to, Wolfram?"

Mortified, Bleddyn facepalmed and wished herself invisible. "Dad, please, no--"

Connor cocked his head to face his daughter while maintaining his hold on the boy. "What was that, Bleddyn?"

Bleddyn winced as he abnormally used her full name. "Just let him go. He's not doing anything wrong."

"That's exactly the issue."

Bleddyn's face went from a disturbing shade of pale to a complete scarlet flush in a matter of seconds when Connor indirectly confirmed her fears.
Wolfram froze as Connor grabbed his arm with a vice-like grip. He winced, pleading he would let go, one because his scars where plainly visible, and two, this man was scary.
"Well, I mean...If you want to talk to my physcotic father who abandoned me go right ahead. He'd probably murder you before you even got the chance to speak though." He replied, doing his best to hide his nervousness. He glanced at Bleddyn, and tried pulling his hand away with no avail. "S-sir, I-I assure you I wasn't do anything to her. I-I was j-just making sure s-she was a-alright, l-like I would with anyone..."
 

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