John blinked and leaned back, surprised by Greg's directness. He glanced around them again. A few people were staring at them warily. John let a heavy breath out through his nose and turned back to his son.
"You've been talking to that redhead teacher," he muttered, wetting his lower lip with his tongue nervously. He met Greg's eyes and said seriously, gritting his teeth somewhat, "Greg. I think you and I need to have a talk. But I don't think this is the place for it."
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Date: 2007-05-15 05:47 am (UTC)"You've been talking to that redhead teacher," he muttered, wetting his lower lip with his tongue nervously. He met Greg's eyes and said seriously, gritting his teeth somewhat, "Greg. I think you and I need to have a talk. But I don't think this is the place for it."