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[mornaquilde]

*is back to having an Ingwe-shaped paternal figure in his life sort of*

*feels all kinds of odd about it*

*wanders around town aimlessly while his mother abandons the twins with their uncle and takes Miril shopping*

ETA: *storms off to the park and sits on a bench, chain smoking miserably*

Why the FUCK couldn't he stay put? >:|

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[ingweron]

*is walking along the main street moping*

*pauses to light a cigarette*

[mornaquilde]

*spots you*

*waves tenatively*

[ingweron]

*brightens up*

*nods*

*calls out* Hey, son mate, how're you?

[mornaquilde]

*shrugs*

Alright. How's your nose?