Dewey baked my cookie

[r_vecchio]

Uh, baked me a cookie, I mean. Thanks, man.

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[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

oo: Woah. Okay, for the sake of my sanity, I'm just gonna ignore that. How about a little heads up in the future? If you wanna play out some sort of storyline, then I'd appreciate you talking to me about it first. But hahaha, Joe Zuko. Funny.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

That's...that's a good one. Let me guess, you're the same guy pretending to be Langoustini.

[joe-zuko.livejournal.com]

Look, I was as shocked as you, Mr Vecchio. But there's no mistake. You are my father, whether you want to be or not. What happens next is down to you.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

So you're sayin' Maria was your mother? Right. Listen, you might think this is funny but let me tell you something, it's really, really not.

[joe-zuko.livejournal.com]

I don't really want to know the ins and outs of your teenage sex life, Mr Vecchio.

My birth mother was called Irene. Irene Zuko. At least that's what I've been told. I was hoping you'd be able to fill me in a little more but obviously you're not taking me seriously so I'll get my answers some place else. Was nice to meet you, Sir.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

No, wait, just- just gimme a second here. So you know her name, fine. But you really expect me to take something like this seriously when it's over the internet? Think about it.

[joe-zuko.livejournal.com]

I know, right now I'm finding it hard to believe we're from the same gene pool, believe me...

What do you want me to say? Would you really have prefered me to come knocking on your door? Be face to face when I told you who I was?

I'm trying to keep this as...normal as it can be but it's just as tough on me. You're not the one who's just found out the people who raised you aren't you real parents and your uncle's a crazy bastard who killed your mom.

So it's your choice. You don't wanna believe me, fine. But you'll forever be left thinking "what if". I just want to get to know my dad.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that mighta been nice. Call me strange, but I kinda like being face to face when someone tells me their my goddamn son.

Who...who brought you up? Who're your parents?

I've already been left thinking "what if," kid.