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“Here’s to you kid.”

This is not how Azzo wanted his day to end. He sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked beside Grams who was now giving ‘Zeus “The Bulldog” Wallachia’ down the country. He was just bobbing his head up and down, going ‘Yes Grams, whatever you say Grams.’

His Kickboxing training had actually failed him. He’d gotten out with a few bumps and bruises maybe a scrap here or there. However, nothing drastically broken or stupid having happened, he looked extremely unhappy. Grams was berating him, on a sport he still thought as fake and rigged.

“... You’re not even listening to me. See this is what I’m talking about.” Grams said as she stopped looking Azzo directly in the eye.

Honey brown eyes stopped and he was looking at her. His gaze was almost morose, but yet not even caring. “What are you talking about?” He asked as he tried to side step her, for an old woman she was pretty fast because she stopped him in his tracks.

“You’re not happy.” She replied.

”Don’t be silly.” He waved her off as he tried again to side step her, the Crazy lady was faster than he was. He sighed, “You wouldn’t do this to Pop-paw if he was still alive.” Azzo pointed out as he managed to slip around her, having caught her off guard with bringing his grandfather up. It’d been years since he even really mentioned him to her.

The elder Crowley frowned. “Is that what all this is about?” She quarried almost instantly as her grandson side stepped her. “Azzo you can’t keep going like this.”

”Like what Grams?” He paused closing his eyes, “You realize thanksgiving is coming up and then probably one of his most favorite holidays? Considering the fact you badgered me into going through with that silly wrestling thing and making it sound like I had to prove to you it was fake… I mean come on. You didn’t even do that to him.”

Azzo muttered as he took to leaning on the nearest building wall. “I mean look at me. You didn’t even convince him to dress like a wolf-man and go wrestle some 300 pound man made of pure muscle and steroids.”

He shook his head and crossed his arms, “Things just aren’t like they use to be.”

Grams paused, “I did talk him into some pretty silly situations though…”

“Remember that time he dressed up like a clown and walked up and down the mini-mart sidewalk?”

Azzo sighed and rolled his eyes. “Grams that’s not even as dangerous as this. I could’ve broken my ribs again. That guy was dangerous, fake or not he was on something and I was lucky I didn’t get hurt any worse than I did.”

“I told you to wear pillows around your waist.” She replied definitely. “At least you would’ve had extra padding.”

She watched him start walking again and followed after her grandson. “Don’t walk away from me. We’re not finished yet.”

Azzo’s head hung as he paused, waiting up for her, it didn’t take her long. “I was hoping we were. I don’t need a lecture Grams. I’m 19; stuck in high school because of the fact the hospital thought I was dead. I mean what else is there? I’m content most of the time and I keep Merlin feed and taken care of, it’s not like I don’t care all together.”

Grams stared at the boy, “You should get a girlfriend.”

Azzo’s cheeks turned red; though she couldn’t really see it under the face make up and faux fur he was wearing. “Where’d you come up with that conclusion?” Grams shrugged and continued to walk towards their house. Azzo was busy trying to pry from her what she meant by that, it wasn’t like one thing so simple would solve all his problems.