The explicit fell from his uncle’s mouth — though it did not particularly bother Grimlock who was known to use explicit words himself — followed by sarcastic words about Grimlock’s timing. Ears slicked back against his skull, the raptor’s brows furrowing in confusion. It was apparent he had done something wrong — which was a new record for the raptor, admittedly — but the sarcasm made no sense to the pre-teen. “Uh,” Grimlock struggled to grasp for something to say and hated that he abruptly felt like a child being scolded even if that hadn’t been Peregrine’s intention. “Ok.” The raptor settled for much more meekly than he had originally intended adding Whatever in a condescending very teenager manner mentally.
Peregrine’s words only served to continue to confuse Grimlock, catching his curiosity — what had Peregrine been right about? — but for the sake of not wanting to further earn his uncle’s ire kept his mouth, in what was likely the wisest choice of his short life thus far, firmly closed. “I’ve heard about her,” He piped up though, and gave his uncle a shaky soft of breath that pushed “Oh,” out of his mouth when Peregrine informed him that she had passed away in child birth. He hadn’t known her, and any condolences he could offer henceforth would have felt hollow even if their intent would have been coming from a good place.
“Yeah, I don’t want to go back,” He confirmed, yet again, just in case Peregrine had thought (or maybe even hoped) that Grimlock had changed his mind. No, Grimlock was contented being the rebellious, wayward son. “I’d love to met Pied’s kiddos, and yours too, if I can. I love little kids.” It probably went without saying that it was because he was, more or less, still a kid himself.