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[nolimon]

*Grabs a light breakfast then wanders in to the lounge.*

*Double-takes at the sight of his father, fast asleep on the couch.*

Sword propped up beside him, muddy boots, looking generally dishevelled...must have fallen in another "bramble patch." :S

*Taps him on the shoulder* Attô?

*shakes him gently* Attô! Are you all right?

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[tar_calion]

*stirs slightly*

*mumbles* They'reonlyorcs...whaddyaworriedabout?

[nolimon]

Huh?

*shakes harder* Attô!

[tar_calion]

Hmph? Wha...? Attack?

*Flails, fumbles for his sword and falls off the couch*

*shakes his head* Oh. Hello boy.

...

What are you doing up?

[nolimon]

*blinks* It's morning. Why were you sleeping on the couch? Did you and Ammê have a fight?

[tar_calion]

*looks at the window* Oh. So it is.

*rubs his face* What? No! We didn't have a fight. Just got back late last night, that's all.

[nolimon]

Why?

[tar_calion]

Uh...something came up.

[nolimon]

*eyes your sword*

What sort of something?

[tar_calion]

Nothing serious, just time-consuming.

[nolimon]

Attô. I'm young, I'm not stupid.

[tar_calion]

*raises an eyebrow* What's that's supposed to mean?

[nolimon]

Well, I know those cuts weren't caused by a bramble patch for a start.

[tar_calion]

You calling me a liar?

[nolimon]

Yes.

[tar_calion]

Um. Well...That was very direct.

[nolimon]

It was the claw-lady wasn't it?