The truth

Leelan crossed his hands on his chest and glared at him "If you don't want to be my father then you are useless here, get lost!" this time he couldn't resist pinching his cheeks. "You, who taught you to speak like this?" Leelan flare his little hands at him "Let go off me! Let me go!" Alan let go of him and ruffled his hair only to earn himself a glare. "You don't talk to your elders that way, alright little man?" He was amused by him, so adorable even when he was angry at him for denying to be his father. "I am my mother's son, nobody tells me what to do, especially not a stranger" he responded, "Huh!" Alan was rendered speechless, now his interest was piqued. He wished to know whom the boy belonged to, just who the hell was his mother? The boy emanated an air of nonchalance at such a young age and amidst all of this he was finding him adorable.

"Oy look here, I think you need to go and find your mother now. Not everybody is going to tolerate your rudeness like me, you know." Alan