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[cunafinwe]

*lurks in a room with his twin, reluctant to emerge and meet his new and improved Nana-Ada-Parent*

How long d'you think we can stay in here and not have to see... him/her/it? :S

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[mornaquilde]

*knocks and peers inside*

Hey. Uhm... Nana/Ada wants to see you guys... :S

[cunafinwe]

...

I'M NOT GONNA GET HIM KILLED! >:(

[caranthire]

Well, I'm sure Celegorm didn't mean to get me killed but it happened.

[terafinwe]

O_O

But...you're alive now? :/

[caranthire]

Apparently so.

So...

Which one of you is which?

[terafinwe]

I'm Téro. He's Cúno. He's older.

[cunafinwe]

By FIVE whole minutes.

[caranthire]

I... see.

As if the Female child wasn't bad enough... what the hell do I speak to them about?!?! :S

[caranthire]

Riiiiight.

...

Are you old enough to stab things yet?

[terafinwe]

Don't fink so. Nana never lets us have sharp stuff.

:s

[caranthire]

...

Well. I am NOT your mother.

So.

I think we need to change that.

[terafinwe]

*shares a terrified glance with his brother*

Won't we get hurt or maybe dead?

[caranthire]

...

Not if you use them properly.

The idea is that the OTHER person is hurt or dead.

[terafinwe]

*is torn between distrust in you and desire to chase Miril down with deadly weapons*

I guess 's all right. If Cúno wants to.

[cunafinwe]

*ponders this a moment*

*figures you do quite like running around with a toy sword*

Well... sure, why not. Everyone else in the family smites stuff.

[terafinwe]

Yeah. S'pose we prolly should.

*grins with ill-disguised glee*

Can we start today?