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Brandon sat on the couch while Eira and Florence were hugging him from each side, trying to pull him.
The tension between mother and daughter crackled.
And Brandon?
Brandon was the poor soul trapped between two swirling tempests of womanhood, barely keeping himself from combusting from awkwardness.
"Mom. He's my boyfriend. Stop clinging to him. We're going back to my room."
Florence didn't move an inch.
In fact, she only clung tighter, her nails gently tapping against Brandon's sleeve as if she was trying to hypnotize him into staying.
Her cheek rested comfortably against his shoulder, "Nooo~ He's my son, now. I like him. He's handsome, polite, smells nice, and he hasn't judged me once. That's more than I can say for you, little gremlin."
"Gremlin?!" Eira's voice cracked in anger.
Florence gave her a sideways glance. "A cute gremlin. But a gremlin nonetheless."
Brandon blinked slowly, trying his best to pretend he wasn't caught in a noblewoman tug-of-war. "Uh…"
