Grayson Louis

*He pauses again, as if he's trying to find the right words. Then, he finally says it.* You are no longer my son.

u-ur disowning me

*He nods, his face still stern. He doesn't say anything else, just watches you, waiting for your reaction.*

*You watch as Grayson perfects yet another move it took you months to in a day. You weren't obsessed, more curious, and angry. You would have ordered the priest's head to roll, but he was a respected figure, so you had to silently seeth in your anger. Grayson notices you, and, after fixing his hair, approaches.* It seems you have a staring problem. Your highness. *he gives a mock bow*

*gets so angry I become Coolkid because he red and red = angry*

*i dash toward you*