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[eagledingly]

[So Lewis is sneaking back into the house after his pick-Poland-up-and-carry-him-home-trip. Covering this up will be a bit hard though, with blood all over his front and his bare feet all muddy. He just hopes that he can make it to the bathroom and then back into his room without running into anyone.]

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[faucetedingly]

...

[Sorry, papa is here waiting for you. :] ]

Where have you been?

[eagledingly]

[... He'd curse. If he did curse. But a good boy doesn't curse.

And it will be hard to deny anything with what his clothes look like.]

Outside.

[faucetedingly]

What were you doing outside? You are a mess.

[eagledingly]

[There is no way to lie about this successfully. He should get this over with as fast as possible, everything else will probably make things worse. Also, there is pride and honor.]

I found Feliks.

[faucetedingly]

[This is a dark look]

What did you do with him?

[eagledingly]

[Remaining perfectly calm while answer, no matter how nervous he is inside. A man should take their punishment with calm and strenght, no matter if it is right or wrong.]

I brought him over to his own doorstep.

[faucetedingly]

...I am hoping you understand the trouble you are in.

You have been very bad.

[Reaching out to grab him by the front of his shirt]

[eagledingly]

[Not resisting, but not giving in to the pulling, either, just keeping standing where he is.]

It had to be done. He couldn't die in our backyard, or there would be even more trouble.

[faucetedingly]

If he did, it would have been his own fault~!

[Rough backhand]

[eagledingly]

[Stumbling backwards from the impact of the blow, but only a few steps before standing straight again. His head is spinning a bit, but for one, you learn with time, and for two, he has much more weight now than he used to have, and the blows don't affect him as strongly now.]

They would still have blamed it on you. [And us. Because nobody would not call the children or wives of a murderer anything but that. And he still respects his father, because he is his father and children have to respect and love their parents. He doesn't want him to go to jail, at least.]

[faucetedingly]

You should have moved him somewhere else. Anywhere he would not get help.

[eagledingly]

[No matter how little he thinks of him, he didn't want Feliks to die.]

They would have found out what happened either way.

[faucetedingly]

He needs to be punished.

[Moving to give another smack]

[eagledingly]

He won't learn if he dies from it.

[Fighting inside if he should take a few steps back or not. But ...a man doesn't show fear, and it wouldn't help him in the end, anyway. He can only run so far.]

[faucetedingly]

...

[Looking like he's thinking about this]

That is a good point. Very smart, little one...

[eagledingly]

[Doesn't really dare to breathe more easily yet, but ...maybe it's over?

Keeping quiet for now, to not say a wrong word.]