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Mal walked through the dark cave into the familiar dimly lighted cavern that she knew as home. She threw her backpack down on the ground, disregarding the crumpled homework she was supposed to do. She looked confused when she saw her dad sitting at the table they ate at, watching her movements, causing her to lift an eyebrow.
“Mal, sit down,” He told her, unclasping his hands to motion towards the chair across from him.
“I didn’t do it.” She quickly assured him as she took a seat. He opened his mouth to talk before closing it again, confused.
“What didn’t you do?” He asked as she quickly looked to the ground to avoid his eyes scanning over her face for signs of guilt.
“Oh nothing,” She said in an overly sweet voice that he only heard when she got in trouble. Before he could respond she looked at him, batting her youthful green eyes in an attempt to prove her innocence.
“Mal,” He said in his ‘father voice’ as he called it. She just called it annoying.
“Why can’t you believe that I’m a good child?” She asked, causing his stern expression to break into a smile.
“Because pumpkin, I raised you,” He explained, causing her to roll her eyes.
“In my defense, Jay made me do it.” She picked up one of the stale crackers that were sitting on the plate in front of her and popped it into her mouth.
“How can he make you do anything? You’re an independent woman.”
“Clam down Mulan, he bet that I couldn’t make him bleed. So I punched him in the face,” She explained to him. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh, quickly hiding his smile behind his hands and let out a faux huff of disappointment.
“I thought we agreed you only fight people for protection. Not stupid bets,” He reminded her and she shrugged, “I really don’t need Jafar coming down here. Or anyone else.”
“It’s fine, he was barely bleeding. Wuss,” She muttered the last bit under her breath.
He stared at her for a minute with a disapproving look causing her to squirm in her seat. “What? Are you gonna ground me?” She angrily snapped, uncomfortable with his gaze.
“I won't ground you if you let me get through this conversation without any problems,” He bargained and she raised her eyebrow.
“What conversation?” She asked confused as he thought about how best to word it.
“We have to have the talk.”
“What talk?” Hades slouched down in his chair further running a hand through his tall hair. She still was looking at him expectantly and he sighed, “Y’know? That conversation. The birds and the bees?”
“We have neither birds nor bees here so why are we talking about them? Shouldn’t you be talking to the princess about this stuff?” She laughed at the thought and looked over to see her dad rolling her eyes. She would have thought it was out of pure annoyance until she saw him biting back a smile. She smirked at him before waiting on him to explain his reasoning for the conversation.
“I didn’t mean it literally Mal, it’s an expression,” He thought about how best to approach the topic without making it awkward. Or at least not too awkward. Mal was a 12-year-old girl, ‘learning about womanhood’ or whatever those crappy magazines always read at the shops.
“Do you know how you were made?” He asked, figuring it was the easiest way to get her understanding of the topic.
“You and mom had me?” She asked, confused.
“Yeah, but do you know how we did that?”
“Magic?”
“No. It’s sex.” He finally snapped, getting annoyed at playing this guessing game. She tilted her head and then motioned for him to continue.
“Y'know woman parts?” She scrunched her face up but nodded. “And then man parts?” She nodded again, grossed out but trying to get the conversation over.
“Well if you put those together,” He placed his thumb and index finger together making a circle before sticking his other finger through the hole giving her a visual example. “And boom baby!” She froze in horror, staring at her father for what seemed like an eternity before he snapped his fingers in front of her.
“Eww,” She grimaced.
“Eww,” She repeated, slightly louder.
“Eww,” She screeched, standing up and pacing around the room.
“You and mom…?” She asked, to which he shrugged, laughing at his daughter's reaction. She leaned over dramatically pretending to hurl.
“At least I didn’t punish you for punching Jay,” He reminded her.
“I’d rather be grounded!” She yelled before running to her room and slamming the door.
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