Stavanger Bay and every minute gets longer

aww :( you don't like the scent of onions? i usually get mouth-watery when i smell onion being cooked, hmm-mm. :3 gawd i feel so sorry for poor mordecai here *flail*

Charon did not understand what Mordecai meant; have met who before? His mother, or he? He dropped a confused "What?" and felt irritated because it made him feel dumb and inadequate and that was exactly what he was trying to avoid. He quickly saved himself by pretending like he hadn't uttered his words of non-understanding and luckily Mordecia continued on by saying he didn't know Charon's mother and could therefore not fill in any of the blanks.

"So you never even met her either, huh?" Charon said venomously. "Why are you even here talking to me, if you don't care about your family at all? Or had you hoped I woulda been killed too by the time you got here? Looks like you lucked out since me 'n Levi are still alive." Charon was rapidly going into sulky adolescent boy mode now, blaming Mordecai for everything bad in his life, as if Mordecai had secretly been hoping for bad stuff to happen so that he wouldn't have had to have social interactions with his family. Somewhere deep down, Charon knew this wasn't true, but it was convenient to have someone to spew his anger at the world onto.