None of pleased about his sudden panic attack being waved off like he's the spaz, Victor's in no hurry to throw Nathan any help. He gapes at the other man beside him, face twisted between you're-a-complete-ass and wait-what's Nathan's-last name?
Marianella stops mid food preparation to watch the other boy sweat it out, hoping to come up with some feasibly hispanic sounding last names. Eventually putting him out of his misery, she speaks up.
"Mancha. But it's not Mrs anything," she goes back to cooking (a new dish this time), adding "Never married."
Victor sways a little at Nathan's side because that's wrong, really wrong, this is falling apart.
"Nathan, get out of here." And this time the cyborg doesn't bother to whisper it.
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Marianella stops mid food preparation to watch the other boy sweat it out, hoping to come up with some feasibly hispanic sounding last names. Eventually putting him out of his misery, she speaks up.
"Mancha. But it's not Mrs anything," she goes back to cooking (a new dish this time), adding "Never married."
Victor sways a little at Nathan's side because that's wrong, really wrong, this is falling apart.
"Nathan, get out of here." And this time the cyborg doesn't bother to whisper it.