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Io strolled lazily in front of her son, who was struggling with her ingredients. Bless him Io thought as she stopped, Sarajevo nearly missing her as he stumbled. 'Stop acting like a fool boy!' the collie woman snapped, glaring over he shoulder. 'Sorry mother' Sarajevo muttered, his glass blue eyes turning to the floor and his brown falling in shame. Io nodded slowly and turned back to what she had stopped for, she had been gazing at her pocket watch.
Ahh, Mama Io thought with a soft exhale. Her mother so disgusted by her daughters promiscuity and her hybrid son, she had cast out her eldest. Her Papa didn't care much either. She had been his favourite, but then again Paulo Berlin couldn't argue with his mates cold blue eyes. The same blue eyes in fact, that Sarajevo had.
'Mother?' Sarajevo piped up solemnly. Io raised an eyebrow before turning to her boy, 'Yes?' Io had no idea why her son decided to speak. Her son dropped his load slowly, wincing at every sound it made as if it was effecting him physically. The blue merle collie boy stepped over the load he has released a second ago and gingerly stepped forward, ears low, stopping beside his mother. 'Is that Gramama's watch?' he asked, his head tipping sideways and his ears lifting slightly. Io turned her head, unsmiling to him and nodded, 'Was that your question?' Sarajevo shook his head and was about to speak before the vibrant red femme cut him off. 'Yes it is' she said frowning, she put it into her bag and turned back to her son. She nodded and so Sarajevo continued. 'Do you mind me liking boys?' Io's eyes widened. Her son had recently told her that he was gay, and while she didn't mind, she was surprised. 'No' she said, unable to look him in the eye, due to sheer uncomfort about the subject. She didn't understand finding love with someone of you own gender, but the again Io was a promiscuous bitch, nothing but a man easter. 'No' she repeated, shaking her head and turning back with an understanding (and secretly loving smile), 'I don't mind'.
The pair sat in silence for a minute or so before Io sighed and said to Sarajevo, 'Set up my cooking things, now'. The grey and black male dived back to the pile of cooking utensils and begain carefully setting up a fire, and laying the pots and ingredients around it.
This is the life Io mused as beautiful clangs came from behind her.
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