Parents have never really been something of a big concern for him. Even if he gained a quick reputation for being a player or whatever, relationships had always been something more serious to him, and he had treated them that way. Aside from that, he had been good at charming parents that weren’t his own. It wasn’t a skill he really had to use, though.
Things were quiet in the house, something that was familiar to him. When it wasn’t fighting, it was just quiet. He’s just a bit uncomfortable, but he won’t say anything, won’t even act like it. He’s trying to be there for his friend, so it doesn’t matter.
“Well, tomato juice sounds fantastic, but I’m fine with apple.”
she grinned then, pulling two jugs out of the fridge and setting them on the counter. one had the standard yellowish liquid of apple juice, but the other was red and look a lot like, in coraline’s opinion, really liquid like spaghetti sauce. not that she was going to say that out loud. especially with her mom in the room. it would just start an argument - her parents had a way of picking up on every single one of coraline’s complaints and using them to make coraline feel like a TERRIBLE daughter for not appreciating them.
❛ oh no, i insist you try the tomato. it seems you really have a liking to it. ❜
she, of course, knows sarcasm when she hears it, but she wanted to have a bit of fun. after all, she felt bad that she had practically dragged him into her house. taking three cups out of the dish washer, she poured two with the apple, and then barely splashed the third with the tomato, holding it out to her friend.