Yeah, well, Nell would probably call them “the wrong sort.” Unless they were really super-rich. Then she might deign to give them another look.
Victor smiles. “They do sound lovely. I’m afraid I didn’t get to know my grandparents all that well. I never met my mother’s side of the family, and my father’s parents died when I was still young. I do remember Grandfather Van Dort being a fairly nice man. Very obsessed with fish, though — just like Father,” he adds with a chuckle.
He frowns when he hears that. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, feeling a fresh wave of sympathy for the young boy. “I — m-my parents weren’t e-exactly attentive with me either, sometimes.” He never wanted for any of his physical needs. But emotionally? Yeah, Victor was kind of starved.
Jinx listened with a smile. He stuck his tongue out in disgust at the mention of fish, though.
“I never likes fish,” He said, “Then again, the only type of fish I ever tried was sushi. Ever had that, then? It’s raw fish with white rice held together with seaweed. Some people like it; I’m not one of those people.”
Seems like they both feel for each other in that situation then. He managed a sympathetic smile for the young man, squeezing the still-sleeping girl in his arms a bit.
“I guess you always have to look at the bright side of things though.” he said, trying to smile, “I didn’t have to get yelled at for knocking over the vase..!”
He remembered being little, but he couldn’t remember their faces. He did remember playing with a ball and throwing it at the vase on purpose to try and get their attention. They just cleaned it up and left for work soon after. He was very destructive when he was little, but then they were never home, so there was no reason to be…