"All right Lloyd, nail this one last plank in while I get the paint" said
the short, sturdy brown haired man to the ten years old. Lloyd nods once:
"Okay!"
He looked appraisingly at the doghouse he had built for
Noishe. It wasn’t the best looking one, but Lloyd had worked on it alone, his adoptive father only looking over his shoulder from time to
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Yeah....I had a lot of practice after that.....I think Dad didn't trust my competences with a hammer for a really long time.....
How...how have you been Colette?
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And I've been fine! I've missed you, though... Where have you been?
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I miss you too Colette. And I've been...here and there...you know...
I...hum...I wanted to ask.....Would you like to have a picnic with me sometime soon? You know.....for that date I owe you....
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...At least it's obvious where you get that temper from.
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....Let me guess. It doesn't come from my mother's side, right?
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[sighs]
How are you adapting to this world, Yuan?
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...Should've just let your dad do it instead.
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Well...yeah....but I wanted to learn. So, you know, I could be able to help my dad in the shop later on.
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Oh... uh, right. Didn't think of that, I guess.
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It's okay. I ended up leaving my village....to protect a friend on her journey...
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Not all things that I made fell apart though!
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I didn't know you liked to make stuff, Lloyd.
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