A young boy with sun kissed golden hair and vibrant blue eyes huffed in boredom before kicking the black cab chair in front of him.
"Percival please stop with the chair kicking, mummy's getting very cross with you right now." Percival's mother snapped.
"Well then don't send me places I don't wanna go!" Percival sassed back. Though his voice childish it held great sassing abilities.
"Well I have business I need to take care of and the only person who agreed to watch you is your uncle Sebastian. If you didn't get all your sitters and nannies to quit then maybe you'd be able to stay home." The frustrated young woman argued.
"But he's always with the weird Irish man guy, I bet he's shagging 'em and I don't want to be around when that happens," the lad stuck out his tongue at the thought of his uncle snogging the Irish weirdo.
"Watch your tongue young man! I will not listen to your whining any longer if you are to use language like that!" Ms. Moran barked at her son.
"We wouldn't need them if Dad was still around." The boy muttered.
"Look Perce, You came at an unexpected time for me and you're dad. He loves you very much, he's just not ready for this responsibility," the woman said, her eyes softening, though they still looked like they belonged to a wise old woman rather that a lady in her mid 20s.
"You're lying," sighed the child, turning his head to look out the window, watching the buildings go by.
"I would never lie to you, why where did you get a crazy idea like that?"
"Then why do all the other kids call me a broken condom?!" Perce yelled, leaving his mother at a loss for words.
"Plot twist," chimed in the cab driver.
"This is an A and B conversation, so can you see yourself out of it?" Perce said darkly, with a scowl. The cab driver snapped his head back to the road, not wanting the boy's wrath to be directed at him. The mother however was in a state of shock.
"I heard it, all of it. How he doesn't want me, how we mean nothing to him. You've been lying to me and now you want to go smooth things over with him. Make him love me," cried Percival tears as salty brimmed his shimmering eyes. His mother slowly turned around and looked out the passenger seat window.
The rest of the excruciatingly long ride was silent except for the annoying and constant hum of the engine. Neither mother, son, nor cab driver knew how to continue the conversation from which it had suddenly halted. All were at a loss for words and in what seemed like deep thought. Percival slouched in the back of the car wishing he could disappear into the upholstery of the seat. Twiddling his thumbs, a habit inherited from his mother, he searched for words to say. After what seemed like eons the car arrived at its destination, a ratty looking building in downtown London. With a disgruntled groan he begrudgingly slid out of the vehicle with his suitcase.
"Love you sweetheart, bye." The cab speeded away before he could even get a word out. "Love you too," he muttered. Sighing Perce looked at the two men before him, sadly recognizing the shorter one. He first looked to his uncle a small smiled plastered the man's face and his whole demeanor was inviting. His arms outstretched and hair slightly combed he looked almost normal, except for the fact that his clothes were all black and he was carrying large case around.
Perce raced into his arms feeling the warmth of his uncle wrap around him, breathing in his scent…which wasn't that good at the moment. "You smell," chuckled the lad.
"Very touching family reunion, but we have work to do Tiger." A bored voice called out. Perce scowled, a turned to the man he ever so hated. The two locked eyes and Sebastian swore he could see a flash of lightning.
"Well sorry for hugging, my uncle." Said the boy taking a step closer to the man dressed in a suit.
"Well my Tiger and I have work to do, don't we Seb." The feuding pair looked to the sniper. The taller man sighed ruffling his hair with one hand.
"Can't you two be good?" "He started it!" The two of them wailed in unison. "No you did," "No, you did." The two of them argued back and forth. Sebastian was beginning to forget which one was the six year old.
People passing by began to give odd stares and make comments of the two making such a commotion. "Jim people are watching, please behave." Immediately the black haired genius straightened up and fixed his suit, while the tiny troublemaker smirked at his embarrassment.
"You are not off the hook either," the blond sniper said picking up his nephew by the waist. Resting him on top of his shoulder Sebastian started walking into the building before them, a sulking Jim behind him and an elated Percival atop his shoulders. But all knew this was going to be a long summer. "Are you guys shagging?" "Shut up Percival."