laundry love [completed]

s e v e n t y t w o : scottish kilts

[a/n: triple update for you laundry lovers out there: for bringing this story to #12 in the ranking. i love you. third person-slash-adrian's dad = italics.]

"well, fa is thes bonnie wee lass? a guid change frae th' whores you'd brin' haem, son."

"dad, p l e a s e . this is ira dewan. ira, this is my dad."

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"uh, ira? are you okay?"

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"ira?"

"your dad has a scottish-fucking-accent. i know i just swore infront of your parents and it's a t e r r i b l e first impression but fuck! your dad has a scottish-fucking-accent. oops, i did it again. u-uh, excuse me, mr. macintyre. if you could please, please just say one more sentence?"

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"i don't talk like that all the time, ira, like any other dad, i just like embarrassing my son. but if you insist..."

"oh, i insist."

"ye picked a guid lass, son. an' nae need tae be so formal, ira. call me alaistair. or dad."

"hello...uh, nice tae meit ye too, dad. and mum."

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"o k a y . i'm going to shut up now."

"i love her already. come on now, dinner is waiting."