"Yup, second generation. I grew up hearing bedtime stories about their battles, Seven Voices Academy, and some jerk named Soubi." As they continued walking, he began brushing his thumb lightly over Michael's knuckles. "So you haven't told your parents anything about Wordspell Battles?" After a moment of thought, Jonas nodded. "Yeah, I guess I probably wouldn't tell mine either, if they hadn't already known about it. They'd probably think I was crazy or something."
Suddenly, he snapped his fingers with the hand that wasn't holding Michael's. "Oh! Speaking of my parents, I forgot to tell you. They said they were interested in meeting my Fighter once I found him. I haven't had the chance to speak to them in a while, but would you feel comfortable meeting them?"
Suddenly, he snapped his fingers with the hand that wasn't holding Michael's. "Oh! Speaking of my parents, I forgot to tell you. They said they were interested in meeting my Fighter once I found him. I haven't had the chance to speak to them in a while, but would you feel comfortable meeting them?"