iamthefirechild started following you
You look vaguely, and I mean very vaguely familiar, please don’t tell me you’re another of my kids running around. They keep popping up and then sneaking after me, as if that was an appropriate way to say hello to someone who doesn’t even know he’s related to you.
Kids these days. He smirks. Can I help you?
Summer completely breaks down into a fit of the giggles. “Honey, I am /way/ too old to be descended from you. If we’re related at all it’s way back in the mists of history. Also, not the kind of relations one normally associates with you.”