(you're a horrible mix of your joking father and composed mother, nahyuta. it's going to give apollo a migraine any second now. even if apollo is glad to see him be pleased being compared to their father.) You know he was the one going around telling people te tattooed my ass, right?

(now apollo is wondering just how much he'll have to teach nahyuta about actual american culture. and then wonders if it'll even stick if he just keeps watching lame sitcoms or something. that's probably where he gets all of his "research" anyway.

the noise escaping his mouth is all too similar to the sort he makes in court. you know, when he gets put on the spot to present conclusive evidence and have his case literally riding on that one bluff? he just drags a hand down his face in acceptance of his fate. he has lost this battle.) Somehow, I doubt you'd believe me even if I did.