"So… Amethiel, I heard something interesting from Johnson." Aster, Amethiel's father, spoke as soon as Amethiel sat down.
Amethiel tensed almost immediately, his fingers pausing just above his utensils as he glanced at Johnson, who was seated at the table with them.
Because of Johnson, Amethiel had to force himself to retire early from researching Kree's sperm sample, just to make it to dinner.
Now, usually, he could skip dinner as long as he had brunch with them, or at least showed himself once a day, but tonight was different.
Tonight, he needed to stay on his father's good side.
Again.
"What is it, Papa?" Amethiel said, smiling innocently.
"Uh oh. Yeah, I already believe he did something bad. Amie never calls father 'Papa' unless he does something wrong," Lilior pointed out as he took a sip of wine.
Hyacinthe snickered. "As if we needed that. The moment we heard Johnson's complaint, I think we all already knew it was true."
