Post by ode on Apr 27, 2012 10:53:26 GMT -5
((Levi and Oscar))
“Yes, Mr. Grisby, I understand perfectly,” Oscar Skarsgaard murmured into the phone, his mouth pursed into a straight line as he continued to listen to the lecture given to him by his much younger brother’s teacher.
At 30 years of age one would think that Oscar would be well accustomed to handling such things as the shipping business recently left to him by his parents as well as the boy crazy adolescent that was his 10 year old brother, Gunner. But having lived and worked as a tattoo artist on Earth until a year ago, the man was still trying to fit into the scheme of things. Oh, he’d known from childhood that he was going to eventually take over the business and as a result had spent all his summers in his teen years learning the family business but as he had discovered upon actually becoming owner and CEO of the company, there was a big difference in doing what your dad said and handling things for yourself.
He’d thought he would have more time, honestly. His father, a full-blooded Zercan who had settled down on Earth with his mate at the man’s request until the last twelve years or so since his own father had died in which he had moved permanently to Mentsiquar, was expected to live well past his a hundred and then some and as a result Oscar had taken his time before his eventual take over for granted. He had chosen to stay on Earth and enjoy the party that was his life and had rarely come to Mentsiquar to visit figuring he would move there and give his parents his attention when he was a bit older. As a result he hadn’t been there when his parents ship had been exploded my Prasidion forces and had only rarely even seen his younger brother.
He was here now though with a company that took up all his time and a younger brother who, while not blaming Oscar for staying on Earth, got in trouble daily for kissing the other boys in class. Which led his to his current dilemma with the boy’s teacher. “Yes, I understand and I will talk to him about it… again.”
“This is not proper behavior for school, Mr. Skarsgaard. Your brother has made this a near daily occurance - would be daily, I’m sure, if we could manage to catch him. This is lewd and-”
“Lewd?” Oscar snorted. “Stars, it’s only kissing and with willing participants. Now I realize that is not okay for school but you’re making it seem like he’s dropped to his knees or something!”
“With a mind like that I have no doubt as to where your brother gets his behavior from!” Mr. Grisby snapped.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he sighed, “My assistant will be there momentarily to get him. I’ll talk to him again.” That said, he hung up the AI and leaned back in the transport seat. God, he was tired. The last year had run him ragged and with little to no downtime, the last thing he wanted to do was try and convince Gunner why kissing boys in class was inappropriate. The boy needed a bearer to explain these things to him, someone who could relate to him, not an older Giver brother who had done his fair share of kissing with any man available prior to moving to Mentsiquar. Speaking of such, he supposed he needed a bearer for more than just his brother. His own sex life was lacking to say the lease and good, hard fuck would no doubt calm him down for a few days.
With that in mind he directed the transport to take him to a small establishment that was not filled with obnoxious techno.
“Yes, Mr. Grisby, I understand perfectly,” Oscar Skarsgaard murmured into the phone, his mouth pursed into a straight line as he continued to listen to the lecture given to him by his much younger brother’s teacher.
At 30 years of age one would think that Oscar would be well accustomed to handling such things as the shipping business recently left to him by his parents as well as the boy crazy adolescent that was his 10 year old brother, Gunner. But having lived and worked as a tattoo artist on Earth until a year ago, the man was still trying to fit into the scheme of things. Oh, he’d known from childhood that he was going to eventually take over the business and as a result had spent all his summers in his teen years learning the family business but as he had discovered upon actually becoming owner and CEO of the company, there was a big difference in doing what your dad said and handling things for yourself.
He’d thought he would have more time, honestly. His father, a full-blooded Zercan who had settled down on Earth with his mate at the man’s request until the last twelve years or so since his own father had died in which he had moved permanently to Mentsiquar, was expected to live well past his a hundred and then some and as a result Oscar had taken his time before his eventual take over for granted. He had chosen to stay on Earth and enjoy the party that was his life and had rarely come to Mentsiquar to visit figuring he would move there and give his parents his attention when he was a bit older. As a result he hadn’t been there when his parents ship had been exploded my Prasidion forces and had only rarely even seen his younger brother.
He was here now though with a company that took up all his time and a younger brother who, while not blaming Oscar for staying on Earth, got in trouble daily for kissing the other boys in class. Which led his to his current dilemma with the boy’s teacher. “Yes, I understand and I will talk to him about it… again.”
“This is not proper behavior for school, Mr. Skarsgaard. Your brother has made this a near daily occurance - would be daily, I’m sure, if we could manage to catch him. This is lewd and-”
“Lewd?” Oscar snorted. “Stars, it’s only kissing and with willing participants. Now I realize that is not okay for school but you’re making it seem like he’s dropped to his knees or something!”
“With a mind like that I have no doubt as to where your brother gets his behavior from!” Mr. Grisby snapped.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he sighed, “My assistant will be there momentarily to get him. I’ll talk to him again.” That said, he hung up the AI and leaned back in the transport seat. God, he was tired. The last year had run him ragged and with little to no downtime, the last thing he wanted to do was try and convince Gunner why kissing boys in class was inappropriate. The boy needed a bearer to explain these things to him, someone who could relate to him, not an older Giver brother who had done his fair share of kissing with any man available prior to moving to Mentsiquar. Speaking of such, he supposed he needed a bearer for more than just his brother. His own sex life was lacking to say the lease and good, hard fuck would no doubt calm him down for a few days.
With that in mind he directed the transport to take him to a small establishment that was not filled with obnoxious techno.
