"Your analogy is awkward." Skeleton chuckled, but he had to admit that Desmond did make some sense. If he was destined to either be with Zaria or be alone forever, then he really would have killed his future wife by hitting Lucy's stomach at the time.
"Get lost." He frowned at Skeleton who was still sitting on the couch like he owned the place.
"Hey! Are you going to discard me right after having me help you out? How heartless!" The man complained. He had not even been offered a glass of water to quench his thirst, forget a meal.
"My mother has developed a habit of dropping by at the most random timings." He explained. He was not kicking Skeleton out, but he didn't want Alyssa to know about his existence.
