"You're the ones that fucking fought a spirit animal, or-- whatever-the-fuck," Eidolon offered as a thinly-veiled riposte, furrowing his brow and letting a hand fly up to assuage the burning fucking grievances in his mind that threatened to fly out if he didn't physically stop himself from saying something fucking stupid. Besides, he had to keep his voice down or else his mother would hear the plethora of shit spewing out of everyone's mouth right now. "Do you think that I would have shown you if I decided to report you? Do you know how fucking dumb that would-- oh, yeah, legal, definitely. Hey-- got some advice for you. Why don't you go to Chicago, next? Sure the police force would love you there." He gave another sigh, stopping himself once he took note of Rachel's outfit. A scoff replaced his labored exhale, and he turned around to take a step towards the kitchen. "Yeah, nice hoodie, by the way. You gonna fight a giant fuckin' wolf in my living room with that on? Don't forget your mask this t--"
"Eid, who are you talking to? Did your package arrive?"
"NO! No, ma, the-- the package didn't arrive. I, uh-- brought friends over for dinner." Eidolon glanced back at his two guests, the expression on his face showing just how chalk-full of shit he was. "Yeah, it's-- it's Rachel, our neighbor. Isabelle's kid? And, uh, her-- other, uh-- friend. What's your name? I figured-- since you told me to make friends--"
"Oh, no, no. No."
Juliana turned the corner, now, a mitt still on one hand as she looked to her son. Her eyes drifted behind him to the two other teenagers, and she gave a short smile to welcome them both before turning her attention back to her kid. Her tone was playful, of course, but still retained the edge of authority she carried in her voice. She'd been dealing with him for nineteen years, after all-- Eidolon was smart, and she knew that. Their relationship left little room for bullshit, which was honestly preferable to the alternative.
"I didn't tell you to 'make friends', Eid. You're nineteen-- you should have already done that by now. My words, specifically-- and I know this, because I made a note to remember them, because I knew you would say that-- are that you need to 'get out and socialize'. That sounds far less pathetic. Right?"
"Mom, the-- my-- my friends are right there--"
"Of course-- where are my manners?" Juliana stated, moving past eidolon and extending the ungloved hand for either teen to shake. Her smile was warm-- her eyes, warmer, though there was a hint of tiredness that accompanied her gaze. The scrubs beneath an open sweater seemed to provide a clue as to her veiled fatigue; she was a nurse at the Golden Valley General Hospital, and had recently gotten off of her shift to come home and cook dinner. Eidolon... tried not to bother her much, when she came back from longer stays. These days, they rarely got to see much of each other, honestly. He just tried to support her as much as he could, which was why he'd taken a year off school in the first place; times like these made him happy he made the decision. A night where he could sit down with his mother and have a nice meal to talk and laugh a bit.
Fitting that this shit had to happen at precisely the wrong time. His fault, really.
"I'm Ms. Martins, but-- call me Juliana. Please. It's great that Eid's having you over-- he's a good kid, I promise."
Eidolon actually let out a second's laugh at that, the reaction reflexive; Juliana looked over to him, and he shook his head, gaze trained on the floor. "Nothing. You just... think so highly-- of me. Love you."
"... well. Dinner is ready in the kitchen-- kids, you can serve yourselves and take a seat at the table. My plate's in the oven-- I'm going to change into an... actual outfit that's acceptable to wear around company. Have fun."
She disappeared around the corner, again, retreating to the bedroom and the bathroom which lay connected to it. Eid stayed still, eyebrow raised, silent until he heard the definitive click of a door's lock deep within the house.
"I'm not going to release the photo. That'd be really fucking shitty of me, Rachel, and I like to think that you know me better than that in the very short amount of time we have spent together. I-- wanted to let you know. In case somebody other than me found out. People are fuckin'... weird, man." He had experience.
Eidolon walked into the kitchen and grabbed three plates, placing them atop the counter and taking one for himself. The food itself was laid out in a nice pot-- it was a stew, after all-- and another pot of rice lay beside it, steam wafting from both and mixing in the air to create a very mouth-watering atmosphere. A few toasted tortillas lay off to the side. Eid took some of each, plating himself with a decent amount of grub before walking towards the table that lay within the same room.
"To answer your earlier question, Loafers McChucklefuck, my name's Eidolon. My mom's Puerto Rican, first-generation. My dad was, uh..."
He fell silent, eventually shrugging. "American? Probably? White. Look--"
A sigh escaped his lips, again, and he looked at them both with a serious expression, for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, shut it, then opened it again. "I'm sorry if I scared you. I didn't know what to do other than just-- show you. I-- nobody has the tapes other than me, and I doubt anybody will place the tapes under that amount of scrutiny. I doubt most people could, anyway."
He didn't take his seat. Not yet. "Sorry for calling you Loafers McChucklefuck, too. Force of habit. So-- truce? For now? I'm not an enemy here. I-- I get it, guys."