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[lunarborn]

[His bones ache. He'd lost the sensation of having legs some time ago, assuming they hadn't been dismembered an hour past simply because he was able to keep trudging alone. He's been on his way back from the mountainrange for a subjective eternity, platinum hair matted and stringy from sweat, deep blue eyes sunken under the weight of dark, puffy

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[Action: Like me, Golbez is late.]

[cladinthedark]

[How long had it taken for news of his brother's return to reach him?

Surprisingly, not all that long. Golbez tends to pay close enough attention to the world around him that such things rarely escape his notice. Nonetheless, he doesn't show up at the clinic until everyone else has already been settled in and/or left. With a calmness that completely belies his worry, he strides into the clinic and slowly opens the door to the room his brother and any remaining visitors are being kept in.]

Cecil?

[Action: Want a temp dose of adorable?]

[lunarianlegacy]

[While Cecil's resting, Ceodore's on the opposite side of the bed, happily playing on the floor with his now dead and half-squished scorpion-bug-pet. It's a boy thing.

The sound of his father's name gets his attention. Thus, a white-haired boy around age six pops up, with his head barely peeking above the mattress from his knelt position. One very wide-eyed little tyke. Because tall strangers in dark armor are just a little bit scary.]

[Action: Oh Moon I do indeed (let's just assume papa doesn't wake up until later)]

[cladinthedark]

[Receiving no response from his brother, Golbez looks to the bed...

And as he does so, his eyes pass, then fix on, his nephew.] You're... [There's a brief pause as he composes himself.] Ceodore, boy, is that you?

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[lunarianlegacy]

[Dead bug still in hand, Ceodore stands up the rest of the way and nods.]

Yessir.

[Even little, he's got manners ingrained already. Which doesn't stop him from staring in awe at the tall fellow in the armor anyway.]

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[cladinthedark]

[After a moment, Golbez kneels down to be more on the boy's level.]

Hnnn... I presume you don't know me right now then.

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[lunarianlegacy]

[Ceodore slowly shakes his head in the negative. Too bad his curiosity wins out over his good behavior. A small hand reaches out to rap on the armor.]

Is that real?

[Oh wow! It makes noise like it's real and like there's really a person in there.]

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[cladinthedark]

[He chuckles just a little as Ceodore touches his armor.]

Every plate.

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[lunarianlegacy]

Wow...

[Not to be outdone with having something amazing to share, Ceodore proudly holds up his dead scorpion for inspection. He's really got no concept of strangers and naively assumes his father's guest will be interested.]

Look what I found!

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[cladinthedark]

[Fortunately for him, Golbez does indeed find this interesting... in a bad way, though.]

Ah, a scorpion. You are... aware those are poisonous, yes?

[And yeah, he's fairly certain the answer is "no".]

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[lunarianlegacy]

[Of course the answer is no. Ceodore shakes his head again, then tilts the creature from side to side, even more curious about it now that it's "dangerous".]

Father said Mother wouldn't like me to keep it for a pet.

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[cladinthedark]

That is most likely true. Do you even know how to care for one?

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[lunarianlegacy]

No? Does it eat other bugs?

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[cladinthedark]

Largely. You'd have to do a bit of research to figure out which ones, though.

A pet is a large responsibility, Ceodore. Each animal is a valuable part of this world, and they must be treated with respect and care. [Guess who he's parroting there.]

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[lunarianlegacy]

[Ceodore gives his 'pet' a shake, which does nothing to revive it after Cecil collapsed on top of it.]

This one's dead. Father squished it.

[He'd guess Tellah... if he remembered the guy. Then again, Ceodore's not the most perceptive of souls.]

[Action] Sorry to interrupt Golby and Ceo being THE MOST ADORABLE EVER]

[lunarborn]

[It's a testament to how badly Cecil needed a good long rest that Ceodore's chirping hadn't woken him sooner. But only now does he sit up and give Golbez a nod before smiling down at his son.] I'm terribly sorry, Ceodore. Will you forgive me?

[Action] /is best uncle ever

[cladinthedark]

[He turns his head to Cecil and gives a little bob of his head in turn, his smile concealed as always by his helmet.] Welcome back to the land of the waking, Cecil.