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[h_hollister]

Enter one fed-up crazy woman.

"So. Single mum. Used to it. Raising two boys, all has been well for the last twelve years."

She pulls a pack of Rothmans out of the back pocket of her jeans and lights up, a true sign that she's at her wits' end. She never smokes in public. Like....less so than she drinks in public, which is saying a hell of a lot.

"Except now puberty is hitting. Suddenly I'm getting hormones along with the sass. Suddenly my sweet little boys are turning into aggressive little men. Should I douse myself in testosterone to establish dominance? Or should I find a better outlet for my little hellions?"

This marks the first real question Hippolyta Hollister has asked in many, many years. Pay heed.

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[h_hollister]

She sighs, and nods a little morosely. Well, she did come for advice. Even if she doesn't much care for the general thrust of the answers given. Which basically add up to 'stop babying your teenagers, woman.'

"Well, Frankie's set. He's happiest when he's doing equations or talking about the binding property of electrons. He's always known. Sammy's....trickier."

[auspex_caelo]

It's a day that has to come, though knowing it's ahead doesn't mean it's easier to face up to. Someday, if he's lucky, Stratos will learn that for himself.

"Ah. That sounds remarkably familiar." He smiles, though one of those names carries associations that make him hesitate just a second. "Sammy... is the younger, I take it?"