Somwhere in the Preserve | Sunday Afternoon

[noearsyet]

So Kyle had a kid show up. George pretty much found that hilarious. Especially when Kyle was a bit nonplussed, and George didn't have any kids showing up to call him Da this year. Things were a lot funnier this year, yeah

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[weetinyconnor]

"Are you making that up?" John asked. His father trusted George, and John could see why, but his mom had drilled caution into him too much to be too relaxed without Kyle around.

[noearsyet]

Chuckling, he settled on the ground, brushing away the leaves to reveal a bare patch of dirt. "Nah. Tis a game we play at home," George glanced up at John. "Trick game wit' knives. Gotta have fast hands though."

[weetinyconnor]

"I'm fast. I know how use knives," he insisted. Nevertheless, he kept his distance while watching with curiosity.

[noearsyet]

George skidded a knife across the ground towards John and flipped another into his own hands. "First ye flip it from hand t'hand, jus' wit' a half turn each time," he said, demonstrating before moving to the next trick of making the knife spin twice each time.

[weetinyconnor]

John crouched down to pick up the knife. "Where did you learn to do that?"

[noearsyet]

"At home," George said easily. "We don' have near as much technology as yours. No electricity, no guns. So usin' knives well - tis important. Can ye do th' first trick?"

[weetinyconnor]

He stood up and tried it, managing the simple trick fine. "Technology isn't all it's cut out to be."

[noearsyet]

"Not when y've got computers takin' over th'world," he agreed. "Hasn't happened fer ye yet though, aye? Flip th'knife twice now afore ye catch it. Tis th'next."

[weetinyconnor]

The brief flicker of alarm on John's face gave him away. "What do you mean?" He focused on the flipping instead.

[noearsyet]

"Yer right. Y'do know how t'use knives," George commented, grinning over at the kid. "Not meanin' much. Jus' wonderin' if it's hard t'lie t'yer Da. Never met mine. Never wanted to, but if I did - think t'would suck t'have to keep him in th'dark."

[weetinyconnor]

John shrugged and flipped the knife again. "It sucks not being able to tell him everything."

[noearsyet]

"Can't tell anyone everything," he pointed out, flipping the knife again but this time letting it slam into the dirt. "This time only counts if it stands up."

[weetinyconnor]

The knife went into the air, but didn't stand up in the dirt when it fell. John frowned at it, grabbed it and tried again. "I know. My mom's been teaching me that for as long as I can remember."

NFB from here please!

[noearsyet]

"Sorry, kid," George said, flipping his knife again a little more slowly this time for John to watch. "Yer mom's Sarah Connor, yeah?"

Re: NFB from here please!

[weetinyconnor]

The only thing that stopped him from running like he should have was that his father had told him that George could be trusted, that he was family. He looked sharply in the direction that Kyle had gone. "Why do you know me?"

Re: NFB from here please!

[noearsyet]

"Kyle did tell you this place is weird, aye?" George checked. The kid was smart. He'd've picked it up anyway. "I met ye before." Met was a weird word for it but probably the easiest way to explain it.