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[tar_calion]

*Complains bitterly at being manhandled into a make-shift classroom by his father*

How DARE he interrupt my busy schedule of hanging around and doing nothing?

*Takes a seat and scowls*

*Notices that there's another child sharing the room with him.*

Who're you?

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[nolimon]

*stares.*

*Squeaks* Um, Adûnathôr.

[tar_calion]

I can't hear you.

[nolimon]

*Clears his throat.* Adûnathôr.

[tar_calion]

That's your name, it doesn't tell me who you are.

[nolimon]

*Flinches at your harsh tone.*

I'm y- ... I'm Míriel's son.

[tar_calion]

...

He can't be my son! He's got "nerd" written all over him!

*Turns his chair away from you*

*Refuses to believe he could have sired anyone this wimpy.* >:(

[nolimon]

*Sinks down in his chair and hides behind a book.* :'(

[tar_calion]

*Hazards another curious glance at you*

Product of an affair with the milkman. Must have been.