nextgenerationmarvel | TV Killed the Radio Star (Open to Mansion Folk)

He really did not want to, but Dolemeck honestly felt he had no choice but to finally give in and be a part of the reality TV show based on his Father. All he would have to do is act, right? Pretend they were a happy family, that his parents were not addicts, and he was a good son going to a good school in the States. But when the cameras were not filming? It was complete chaos.

The damn thing had not aired, yet. They had only three episodes in full, and needed another nine before the Summer ended. Producers kept trying to tell him to be more "interesting", even trying to set him up with some starlet his age for publicity. He thankfully knew well enough to turn that down, but everything else he did. He performed music for the cameras, ate meals with his folks, then at the end of the day... take a cab back to the mansion.

After the cab dropped him off inside the gates of the mansion, Dolemeck decided to take a bit of a walk before heading inside. It was only dusk, and there was still some light on the grounds to enjoy. Despite it being the Summer, he had on his leather coat, matching pants, and a long sleeved white shirt. If anything, he appeared more ready for winter than anything else.

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"I was attempting humor. It would appear I need to work harder. I do not expect it is something you would be paying back," Fred explained.

"I have patents under false names that leave me a substantial sum of funds I used to stay ahead of my progenitor until I arrived here. Until now I have yet to find a means of utilizing them. Whether you take my offer or not, I have no immediate use for that money any longer." Fred maintained a calm veneer, not wanting to showcase any deeper emotions.

"Maybe you should just donate it or something? A hospital for sick kids or something." He was hesitant. Mostly because he thought he had a handle on the whole situation. Now Fred was making him question everything. Or was that his conscious?

"Thank you though, Fred. That was very kind of ye. Something I doubt you've heard a lot of, but I mean it. Every word."

"I question whether the money would go to the intended recipients, but it is food for thought."

Fred didn't no what to say, so he simply said, "..Thank you."

"You are welcome, Fred." He managed a weak smile.

"And thank you for keeping my secret. It means a lot to have someone I can trust, again. Since Illya left... I have not had that."

"I see..well..you are welcome as well. As I said, it is not my place to say anything, though you would perhaps want to consider a confidante a bit more..empathetic than myself," Fred advised.

"Empathetic or not, it is just nice to have someone listen, Fred." Dolemeck had to point that out.

"You keep putting yourself down a lot. Anyone ever tell you that?"

Fred frowned.

"I am merely being honest."

"I say something nice about you, and you have to find a way of erasing it." Dolemeck said in a huff.

"You just find some way to put yourself down each and every time, Fred. I just do not get it! You are not as bad as you think. A little cold at times, aye. But you do have some really great qualities."

"Hmph, I am aware of my strengths. I am simply cognizant that pointing them out to others could be misconstrued as egotism," Fred objected.

"It is not egotism. You can just simply say "thank you" when given a compliment, instead of saying something negative." He pointed out, cringing a little as he adjusted his seating from under the tree.

"We are not our Fathers, you know that, aye?"

Frew was quite for a time. "..I suppose not."

"We're growing up to be better men. At least I would like to believe that." He gave off a long sigh.

"I once wanted to be a rock-star like him. On stage, he's charming, fun, loves his fans. Behind the curtain, he's a violent addict who sleeps with groupies, and neglects his family. I could never be like that."

Fred said nothing at all at that. He was nowhere near ready to discuss the events that constituted his "upbringing", for lack of a better word, so he just listened.

"What about yours? You do not say much about him... other that he hurt you the way mine hurts me." Dolemeck asked, though he wondered if he should have at all.

"Never-mind, I am asking too much o' ye. Forget I said anything."

Fred slowly turned his head back to Dolemeck.

"I know you say what you do out of ignorance, so I will not take this personally. I hope you extend to me the same courtesy when I say I doubt very much that your father has the..creativity, of mine." He sighed. "I apologize if I have offended you."

"No offense taken." There was a bit of a smirk on his face. It felt good to hear someone knock his Father down, instead of praising him as some British Rock God.

"I admit, I am ignorant of your situation, though. And I should not pry as much as I do."

He took his package of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket, counting how many he had left in the box before he placed one in his mouth and lit it up with a zippo lighter.

"I guess you could say I lack some proper social skills or that I try too hard."

"Better than not trying at all, isn't that what they say?" Fred asked. "And..perhaps one day I will share my experiences with you."

"Until then, it can wait, aye? We're young and have plenty of time on our hands." He took a long drag of his cigarette.

"So... how should I treat some bruised ribs?"

"So you don't intend to seek an actual physician?" Fred asked. "In my experience bandaging is essential, perhaps some ointment."

"If I see one, questions will be asked. I cannot think of a good excuse as to why I have imprints of a family emblem ring on me skin." He took another long drag, before grinning.

"Alright, sounds easy enough."

"It is not my area of expertise so do not come to me if it doesn't go as expected," Fred warned.

"Aye, aye... I know. Just thought I would get an opinion from someone who's been there is all." He waved his hand in the air.

For sometime, there appeared to be a silence between the two. Dolemeck shut up and smoked his cigarette, his jade green eyes looking up at the sky as it changed color from light blue, to an orange like red.

Fred wasn't quite sure how to respond. It wasn't a contest after all, so he held back the urge to retort that it wasn't really the same thing. After a time he broke the silence.

"Aren't you cold?"

"I am always cold." Dolemeck broke his silence, putting out his cigarette on the metal of his leg brace.

"I dun know why, but I always feel cold. Been that way since the accident. What about you? I doubt you are any warmer than I."

"My mutation tends to make me more disposed to colder temperatures. Over time my fur will start to grow heavier in compensation. As a result I'm rarely truly chilly."

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