SHREDDED LEASH

CHAPTER ELEVEN: ADRIENNE

WARNINGS: STALKER-BEHAVIOR, SUGGESTIVE THEMES, VULGAR LANGUAGE, WEAVE-SNATCHING

(f/b)=FAVORITE BEVERAGE

Sorry if Alphonse ain't your type, but he's this Y/n's type< 3

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"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"What's your type?"

"...What?"

"You heard me. What's your type?"

"Uhh...do I need to answer now?"

"Yes, right now."

"Umm..."

Y/n promptly hummed, brows furrowed as his mother stared him dead on at his sister's sudden query. His mother had taken the time to stop drinking her tea, awaiting an answer from the (e/c) eyed man. Y/n cleared his throat, parting his lips before closing them. He awkwardly, and loudly sipped on his cup of (f/b).

"Well? My patience is runnin' out.", the left side of Carmen's upper lip and nose scrunched up in impatience. Y/n huffed aloud, "Erm, I gusss...", he took a few seconds to think it over. "I would prefer them to be good looking.", Y/n paused, spasming for a small moment.

"I mean—it's okay if they're not physically attractive, as long as they treat me and other's good, you know?", Y/n rambled on and on to 'defend' himself. Carmen rolled her eyes, "It's okay, you're allowed to be a little shallow.", she roughly patted her brother's shoulder. "And I meant 'looks' wise. Be specific.", Y/n was still puzzled by the question.

"Uh, I guess...dark hair? Light eyes, and tall, and...muscular, but not too bulky.", Y/n was bouncing his leg. "So some muscle but not 'body builder on steroids' type?", their mother asked. Y/n nodded in confirmation, Carmen took a loud sip out of her coffee mug.

"No mother, I love people who take steroids.", Y/n relaxed his face and rolled his eyes. His mother smacked the back of his hand, "Don't get attitude with me.", she snarled, ignoring her son's 'ow'. Carmen laughed, her giggling being muffled more as she continued to sip on her coffee.

"You like 'em a small waist, no?", Y/n's eyes bulged out of his sockets in shock, his mother cringing at the sentence. "Carmen!", the man screeched. "Not in front of mom...!", Y/n whisper-yelled at the brunette.

"Why must you two involve me in these things...?", the older woman mumbled to herself, rubbing her forehead with her index and middle finger. "So, what I'm hearing is...", The dark haired woman leaned onto the table more, getting her elbows smacked by her mother.

She only continued her sentence, un-bothered by the small hit. "To me, that sounds like Alphonse.", Y/n almost spat out his beverage, vaguely avoiding chocking on the liquid by swallowing as quickly as possible. He coughed a little, trying to catch his breath. "Alphonse?", their mother repeated the name as a question. "Who's that? Mijo, you're dating someone?", Y/n really didn't want to answer the woman's question.

"Ma', it's not—"

"Order for Lucia!"

"I'll go get that!", Y/n shot up, but sat right back down when Lucia, his mother, snapped her fingers at him. He huffed, resting his face in his hands. "Carmen, go get my order.", Lucia demanded. Carmen nodded, roughly patting Y/n's back as she got up, whispering a 'good luck' to him.