Re: Kitsch
Lochlan subtly flipped his beloved half-sister a pair of pretty birds at her hilarious rouse, then kicked Conlan's leg below the table for having way too hard a laugh at it. "Christ," Lochlan chuckled under his breath at Kiernan's antics. "He's clearly on the way to a well adjusted life," he commented on Kiernan's horrifying choice of words.
"Oh sweetie," Lorna looked with concern at her husband and her hand rose to touch his cheek. "The vinegar is only burning you so much because you're a basic bitch," she coddled her sweet boy and attempted to keep as straight a face as possible.
With ears burning, Ronan entered the front door of his flat and mumbled aggressively under his breath. He ditched his coat by the door and walked purposefully passed the dining room but didn't stop. The mutant detector already knew he was late and already knew the score. Ronan disappeared into the darkened hallway and emerged a moment later with Kellan scruffed by the neck. He moved to his chair, which just happened to be right next to Kellan's. Ronan sat first, without releasing the boy - then once his was settled, steered Kellan into his seat. "Last one in says grace," Ronan said, then turned to Kellan. "Thanks for volunteerin', boyo," Uncle Ronan added, his grumpy face finally shifting into something of a smirk then a wink toward Gael.