Memory Lane

Chapter 7: Duel of Ideologies

Jared, Violet and Falcon have been released without incident. Falcon and Jared waiting for Violet in the waiting room, their respective parents talking to each other about coping methods. They seem to be reaching a stalemate, both intellectually trying to correct the other into proper child-taking care of methods.

Falcon was humming, hands in the pockets of another hoodie, an Undertale-themed hoodie with a bone across the pocket area. This jacket was a lighter blue.

"So this parent kind of insulted every autistic kid on the planet," Falcon said, slowly.

Jared was livid. Mostly. He was partly laughing at the sheer stupidity of... God knows what? These parents were just ignorant, just another one of those Lindas... except that it was their belief, not a disorder.

"I'm amazed," Jared said, slowly, "that you can still be a little handful even to some parents that are not your own."

"Be grateful I was nice, then. I won't go off on them like Violet or Rachel, but I prefer to kill them with common sense?"

The doors opened and Violet exited, followed by her parents in tow. Falcon gaped at them, as if amazed.

"Holy cow, I guess it does make sense that they were..." Falcon's eyes suddenly narrowed. He did not like where this was going.

"Whatever you want to do you may want to reconsider," Jared said, watching a mischievous light play across Falcon's eyes. Or something.

"Trust me, Jared. When have I ever not been a little shit?" Falcon gave a shit-eating grin.

"That is honestly not the best idea," Jared warned.

"Okay, okay! I don't want Violet to get into trouble, though... uh... here it comes..."

The parents marched up to Falcon, the mom with nose flaring and looking down at her. Jared chuckled a little, knowing Falcon was a bit more than peeved at the perpetual height difference.

That and her slight shift in weight to her more dominant foot was a telling of intimidation and anxiety. Jared really wondered when Falcon knew when to keep her mouth shut, then reasoned to himself that they both had the same problem sometimes. Except that she had full awareness of what came out and he did not.

"Ehehehe... fancy seeing you again... Mr, Ms? Or non-binary-?" Falcon tried to offer some form of awkward formality, but the woman just turned her nose up.

"Non-binary? What on earth is that? Oh, it's one of those made-up genders. There's only two genders in this world, you nasty little girl," the woman spat.

Violet looked more than horrified at this, and the woman seemed to pick it up.

Now Falcon looked more than a little pissed. But the intimidation was still there.

"'Scuse me, ma'am?" Falcon asked, in an eerily calm tone. "Had you said that to anyone else they might have been offended."

"Who cares? There's only two genders! The rest are all made up!"

"And social constructs such as the prospect of good and evil are also figments of the human imagination to justify all of our actions that we do on a regular basis," Falcon said, making direct eye contact, which in his opinion, meant that Falcon really meant business.

Her hands were in the hoodie pockets, and they were shifting imperceptibly under the fabric, her gaze trained onto the woman- he had yet to know her name. Both of them were face-to-face, or just in front of each other.

"That's wrong, you little retard!"

Jared had to speak up now, seeing Violet about to protest angrily. Falcon did not say anything, instead staring up at her with an unimpressed expression and a slow, curling smirk at the edges of her lips. He knew she had won. But what good would that do if she had the possibility to literally pick up the smaller girl and throw her out?