Underage Nibbling

The boy protested, lumping scars in with "gross" which immediately made Jupiter suspicious he was dealing with a ponce. And not the fun kind. "I'm not saying do away with even basic standards I'm sayin-" he shook his head as though shaking sense into it. He was talking to a squeaky voiced little boy, not a man. There was only so much he could explain to someone who probably thought storks brought babies to mommies and daddies. "You know what.  After your balls drop you'll understand." Knowing full well the gesture was condescending he reached out and attempted to pat Azure on the head.

Jupiter waved a paw dismissively. "Nah, I got parents they're just shit." When he was younger than Azure - a lot younger, actually - his mother had disappeared without a word. There was no scenario where that wasn't bad, but to make it even worse, roughly at the same time the pack he was part of dissolved. All the adults had simply vanished and if not for baby Jupiter's thoughtful companion, the boy likely would have died on his own. Eventually he'd reconnected with his father - who wasn't exactly parent material - who pawned him off on his grandfather, Valentine. That alone was enough to spawn a host of problems. Jupiter had never had a chance to be anyone other than who he ended up being. Not that he minded. He thought he was pretty fucking awesome in a terrible, piece of shit kind of way.

"Please. My mom didn't care about me enough to want me to change." He sniffed, his expression bland, but inwardly, even all of these years later, his mother's abandonment still stung and he hated talking about it. As a child he'd often wondered why she hadn't loved him enough to be with him. That sort of betrayal stuck with you no matter how calloused your heart became over the years. "As soon as her titties dried up she ran for the hills and never looked back."