Stick 'em with the pointy end
| Sin Hellstrom |
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Punk. That's all he could really think about the other male at the moment. A brow raised momentarily as he cast a glance towards the woman, head shaking briefly as he declined her offer. "Well...if you insist. I won't turn down dinner with a lovely lady." He chuckled as he approached, amber gaze flicked towards the other male as he took a decent sized bite. Audits turned towards the male as he spoke with what seemed to Sin, a snobbish sort of remark. Why did his manner of speaking remind him of someone? "Well it's not boy." Obviously. God this guy was a smart ass! Reminded him of himself in a way...and also...No. It couldn't be, could it?
Besides, Sin rarely if ever...gave his name first. Never knew when someone placed a bounty on his head. No, he was always on the careful side of things. "Isn't it a little rude to interrupt a dinner party?" He scoffed slightly, the bite of meat he'd taken chewed slowly as he gazed at the male with a look that said seriously? The Look (Sorry I had to XD) He swallowed his food as the boy gave a mock bow, well wasn't he just a ray of sunshine? However, when he said his name...that's what caught Sin's interest.
"Atreides Armada..." His voice trailed off just slightly, the clockwork turning in his mind. He was an armada, but whose child? He thought back to who could have been pregnant before he left. Gaze returning to the male as he scrutinized him, giving him a good look. Then it hit. This boy was fairly young, and when Sin had gone off on his journey, his sister had been pregnant at the time...could this be her child? "You're an Armada...your mother wouldn't happen to be Roman, would it?" Of course, he probably already knew the answer. But he wanted to be sure. Sure that he was an uncle, and the boy before him was his nephew. |
