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WHO: Achilles and Neoptolemus
WHAT: Daddy meets son, maybe this time on a better note? Well, probably not.
WHEN: This afternoon
WHERE: Outside of Neo's school
WARNINGS: Teenage assholes, etc.

Why Neoptolemus continued to attend high school, he didn't know. If he could be honest about it, it was just something to pass the time. He'd never been a person with goals for life. There had been no ambitions for war, not when he was in Scyros, yet upon being brought into it, he knew he was meant for something great. After all, why wouldn't a son try to outdo his father's legacy?

But more often than not, the teenage monster was perfectly alright with sitting idle. Not everything was meant to be a fantasy roleplaying game. High school wasn't his ideal place to be, but it wasn't the worst. Really, there were far more terrible places to be. Like juvie, for instance.

He'd walked out before the school bell rang to signal the end of last period. His teacher had become used to his indifference, yet still she offered him that look of disdain upon his leaving the classroom with his backpack in tow. The famous 'you're not coming back, are you' look was something to look forward to.

Hand shoved deep into the pocket of the skimpiest leather jacket on this side of Manhattan, Achilles' heartless son angled himself away from the main doors and onto the sidewalk. Just because he attended high school didn't mean he had to give a shit about it.

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After his chance encounter with his son, Achilles could not leave Neoptolemus to his own devices without closing the distance between them for his own peace of mind. It disgruntled Achilles that one of his own blood could easily destroy what happiness he had started to build because as a child, Neoptolemus was the worst side of himself. It was looking into a mirror with a giant crack down the middle. The reflection was something distorted.

Pulling a wool cap over his blonde locks, Achilles covered his face with black sunglasses. He had been out of the limelight for months, nearly a year had been spent from directing and film. He enjoyed the attention, but in this situation Achilles did not wish to spook his target before closing in. Neoptolemus was bound to sense his presence before he came face to face.

From a few feet Achilles stood tall, taking off his glasses and catching his son's eye. The look he gave was one that said follow over to where he stood without retort. If need be the boy would be dragged by his own head of hair.

this is literally 20 days late, holy shit i'm sorry

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And boy did Neoptolemus sense him from afar, as if a brick took him to the back of his head when he wasn't looking. Ever since their first meeting weeks ago, he'd been acutely aware of any particularly Greek presence, but above all, his father's stood out the most. Most of the time he encountered static, particularly when most of his time was spent in school, but now he could pick up Achilles loud and clear.

There was no smile on the teenager's face as he approached the other man, eyes locked on that familiar face, hands still deep in his pockets. A better son might have been more happy to see his father, but Neoptolemus wasn't one for joy in any shape or form, especially not for daddy dearest. He came to a stop not five feet away, expression one smirk away from being smug.

"Father," he greeted, tone not unfriendly, but not necessarily inviting either.

And mine is just as bad

[chink-in-armor.insanejournal.com]

The boy had no honor. He didn't address his father with the proper tone. Achilles knew that look. "Come with me." He threw his arms over his chest, daring that child to disobey his order. He was uncertain of what him being here would do, but he would lay down his demands, to be sure the boy did not overstep his bounds.