Wicked (MaskedMexican)

Chapter 29 - A Party

~Ohm's POV~

"Oh sorry, I thought I heard another voice," Gassy suddenly says but still looks disturbed as he glances around as if expecting a blindfolded man to be around any corner. I immediately look back towards father who only seems to be taking great entertainment in the scene unfolding before him. He fucking knows. He fucking knows that I want to talk to him about something and that I'm here without permission from Gassy. Of course he fucking knows, he's his fucking boss he knows whether or not I've requested for a break like I told mom I did. How did I forget this problem could arise? I'm usually so careful with my battle plans how can I forget one of the easiest things to know.

"Captain, this is my son you were asking about, Ryan," father suddenly announces and I just shake my head and look away from Gassy being so thankful I put on this brown hair dye for no in particular reason. Wait, he was asking about me? Why was he specifically asking about Ryan? Either I'm paranoid or Gassy was seriously up to something and has been snooping around for me in which case he'd be right. Calm down Ohm... He doesn't know a thing other wise he'd be flipping out right now thinking he has an empty base with nobody running it. Quietly, I glance back towards the two and Gassy is just looking to father while Nanners is definitely directly looking at me. Shit, he knows. I'll explain it to him later.

"Well, yeah I didn't know you had a son, you never talked about him before," Gassy explains glancing at me before glancing back but doubles back. Even he's a bit startled by my eyes I'd bet although he'd probably heard of them by now he probably didn't expect them to be so bright like everyone else in the world doesn't expect them. Taking a deep breath I nod to him before approaching and holding my hand out causing him to immediately turn towards me with professionalism like always, taking my hand in his larger one. It's as if the moment we shake hands we both realize something's up. Something is very familiar about this hand I've only held so many times, and no matter how few those times were they are special at least. I pull away before he can realize anything only leaving him to stare at me for a while. Feeling a bit insecure I blink and turn away, assuming he's interested in these eyes like everybody else.

"He's a bit shy so he doesn't speak much so don't mind his existence. Come, let's speak about this mission," father orders, actually helping me out for once. Gassy glances over at me before nodding and following father out the room but instead of following them Nanners glances back at me and clearly wants an explanation. I open my mouth to say something, anything that he could believe when the doors leading to the garden open and more people enter. I remember this, I can never have alone time with anybody or just by myself as long as I'm in this house. I almost forgot privacy want really a thing I'm here. People come in and exit as they please as if it's their house but father and mom just allow them to. Mom is probably just happy to have people explore the beautiful house while father actually has business with everybody here.

"Ryan, you're all cleaned up," Feel nice says as she approaches, looking through every single detail and picking at me to make it look perfect. "But why did you even come here? I would have stayed away from here for as long as I can." I look to her and I can completely imagine her being a woman at the base. She's spirited, exciteable, and she even has knowledge of everything political you're supposed to be aware of in the least at the base.

"I needed to talk with my father," I explain as she suddenly comes up and neatens up the tie I was very hesitant to wear. When she's satisfied she smiles and backs off before jumping, seeming like she completely forgot something.

"Oh shit I'll talk to you later Ryan," Veronica says before once again taking off her shoes and leaving them here before bursting out into a sprint. Somehow she is the absolute opposite of the fancy girl I thought father would have chosen for me. At least he knows my tastes slightly, or maybe he thought she was of poor manners like me so he thought we would make a good match. Glancing over at Nanners I notice him seeming very suspicious over what just happened but I just sign and glance back I'm the direction Veronica had run into.