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My children. They're grown men...*sighs* Correction. They are a grown man and woman. They need to stop bickering like a pair of three year olds!

Since when do men behave in a mature and reasonable manner? I should know, all my friends are men and none of them have manage it yet.

You're right. You're absolutely right. Alexis may have traded things in for a new gender, but deep down she will always be that little boy torturing his younger brother.

Ah, you must be Claire Meade.

*smiles, offering her hand* I'm Effie Croyce, a friend of your daughter Alexis.

*raises an imperial brow, but shakes her hand* Alexis has friends? Good. I'm glad. Lord knows Daniel will never bother to be kind to her.

I'll admit I never really met Daniel, but Alexis and I always got on very well. I consider her a very dear friend, in fact.

Still, are they still having problems?

Well, one won't talk to the other but neither will tell me why, of course. Why trust mom with these things, surely she can't know anything. *sighs* Do you have any wine?

I always got the impression that they had a complicated relationship.

*smiling slightly* Why, yes, I actually do. Shall I pour you some?

*smiles* Do and I'll be your friend forever. *sarcastic, but not mean*

Oh yes. Alexis used to be Alex, but now he's not. Boo hoo. Daniel needs to just grow a set and deal with it.

Men.

*pours out two glasses of red wine and hands the one to Claire*

I must say, you handle it very well.

*sips...well, more gulps the wine*

My child died. I put him in the ground and wept over him. Now he's back. So what if he has a few new...accessories? He's alive. That's all that matters.

Exactly. Why sweat the details?

Tell that to my husband and son.

And again, men.

It makes one begin to wonder why we even need the damn gender.

*shrugs*

They have their moments. As few and as far between as they may seem.

Hmph. Very, very far between, it seems.

It's 100% ~~Jackass's~~ Daniel's fault.

I don't doubt it for a second.

I punched him. Oops.

Alexis is good.

You punched my son?

*blinks*

Did he deserve it?

And speak of, where the hell is my daughter, anyway? Her apartment looks...abandoned.

Of course he did. He was being mean to Alexis and drove her out of town.

She's with Lucius, probably somewhere in England.

Well then. If he deserved it, he deserved it.

Lucius? What the hell is a Lucius?

Exactly.

Lucius isn't a what it's a he. He's a wizard. And he's Alexis's boyfriend/lover/whatever. She look Zebra and went off with him.

*visibly wilts for a moment before reaching for a flask in her purse* I see. So she just...disappeared. Again.

Wait.

Zebra? Another lover? Or a child, perhaps? God knows she can't be bothered to keep me informed of these things.

*twitches for a second before reaching for the flask and throwing it behind him* No drinking around me. Just... don't.

She'll come back. She didn't just disappear. Not forever.

No, Zebra's a kitty. She's black and white like a Zebra.

*raises that imperial brow yet again* My dear boy, you never get between a lady and her liquor. Didn't anyone ever teach you to respect your elders? Besides, that flask was a very expensive gift, so if you don't mind, I'd like it back.

She always comes back, it seems. I wonder what she'll have this time. A tail perhaps. She's worse than Michael Jackson, bless his soul.

A kitty. Named Zebra.

I really need that drink now.

*fetches the flask and hands it back to her without looking at her*

*mumbles* sorry, that was rude.

She'll come back as her. WTF? Yeah a kitty name Zebra, she's so cute!

*takes a long drink before tucking it back in her purse.* Good boy. And I know she'll return as herself, don't be silly. She will always be Alex Meade, no matter what her outside happens to look like.

I just wish she would stop running from all of her problems, it never does any good, you know.

Well then. I'm glad the...cat is cute. That simply makes everything better. *rolls eyes*

Good man, you mean. I'm a man.

No she's Alexis! Not ALEX. She's a beautiful woman inside and out and you should be proud of her. I know I am. *glares*

Uh.

*blinks* I was present at her birth, whatever your name is, and I'm quite sure the name she was given was Alex. Now, I support her choices, no matter what she looks like on the outside, but you will not tell me how I am to think about my son...daughter.

Alex Meade was more than just a dick, you know.

Bill, my name is Bill.

And Alexis Meade is more than just a cunt.

Ohmygod. I just said cunt to an old lady. I meant Alexis Meade is more than just female genitalia.

*eyes widen, not because of his use of the word cunt, no* Old lady?!? Who, dear child, are you calling old?

And I'm fully aware that Alexis Meade is more than just cunt, pussy, twat, or whatever you want to call it. But she still has some of Alex's mannerisms and habits. She still bites her lip, doesn't she? And I'm willing to bet she still has that god-awful tattoo on her thigh.

*opens his mouth to say something but just squeaks instead*

She does do that. And I've never seen her thigh bare. But she's not Alex anymore. She never really was.

*squeaks again*

And this nonsense of running away because she and Daniel had some little fight. Utter nonsense, but completely like Alex. When he and his first girlfriend broke up, he climbed into his treehouse and stayed there for a solid week. Alex, Alexis or whoever she is now runs from her problems and always has.

Oh, I know her little talk about how she never truly was a man, and I'll believe it. But she was Alex Meade, heir to the Meade fortune and playboy extraordinaire. You think Daniel is bad about women? You never met his older brother. He just didn't like who he was, but oh yes. He was Alex Meade.

So wait, why isn't she the heir anymore? Because she's a woman?

Not a lot of people are brave enough to change who they are, like Alexis is. She's one of the bravest people I know.

I am proud of my daughter. And despite what you may be thinking, I love her very much. She will still inherit half of Mode, because that is the only Meade publication I own. But the rest is up to her father. I have no control over that, and he has no desire to get to know his daughter.