[Silence is golden, or the inevitable result when a fifteen year-old social recluse (by design, not choice) realises he might have a whole network of people listening to him
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[Well, they technically don't, but if he picked just the suborder 'serpentes'? The insult would be too easy. It's complex and thoroughly nerdy, so he's not about to dig his cool grave any deeper.]
The second one is a tortoise and the third a hare.
[Louis is silent for a long time. He had hoped, perhaps, that this was an opportunity for he and the boy to do some of ye olde father-son bonding, but...
He misses his sister. And Louis feels bad. For various reasons, probably the greatest of which is the simple fact that he, an Infernal Lord, feels badly in the first place. It's a Penrose staircase of emotion and he does not like it. Oh, he misses the days of fire, brimstone, horns and little pointed goatees.]
I...
[How does I dad. He should say something bracing, something reassuring. Eliot is just a child, of course it makes sense that he would miss home more than he enjoys being around his father. They've only recently met, after all. One can't foist fifteen missed years upon the lad.]
- Eliot, how would you like to... go for a walk?
[He sounds like a dweeb. How odd. Lucifer, the Great Deceiver, coming off as a common plebeian. Perish the thought.]
[Being a dweeb is a genetic trait; that explains why your son exhibits so much of that, Louis.
That said, the very sound of your voice makes him perk up. Missing Fiona is one thing, but there is an instant boost when the absentee father appears and sounds like he wants to do something with him. Eliot only daydreamed about this kind of thing all the time when he was the only male figure in the house.]
Louis! I-- erm.
[Note the lack of similar conundrums. Eliot has been keeping to himself and, per their last conversation, laying low. This has included not reaching out to his father, because dad was busy being an Infernal Lord.
[He sounds happy about this. Genuinely, un-Infernally happy. Ugh, what is life. And... Eliot, must you persist in calling him by his name? Would it kill you to try 'Dad'?]
I... shall we meet at the Temple, perhaps, and go from there?
[Shoe on the other foot (a highly uncomfortable sensation), have you tried calling him 'son' lately?]
Okay! I'll be there soon.
[That is the sound of Eliot going through his pod, scooping up the contents of his pack to ensure he is adequately equipped for whatever this 'walk' will entail.
Hey. A drive with Uncle Henry took him halfway around the world. He's a smart boy and knows to be prepared.
There is a pause as Eliot pulls on his shoes, then a scuffle as he tries to get out the door sans capybara.]
No. Cee! Stay, Cee! Stay here and watch the pod, okay?
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What the hell are you talking about.
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They're different animals.
[Awkward silence.]
I'm checking to see if they brought my sister here instead.
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[Eliot knows, because Fiona would never so easily lose a game of vocabulary insult.]
There's no better way to get her attention than a challenge.
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The second?
Feeling self-concious sums it up. Could he make himself sound any more dorky?]
They're-- It's something my sister and I do.
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You were hoping to draw her out, in case she had arrived but not used her communicator.
[Statement, not question.]
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Yeah.
If it was that obvious and she didn't respond, then she's not here.
[He hopes that his voice portrays +10 cool, because his posture is +100 disappointment.]
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They're different animals.
[Explaining the insult is against the rules of the game, though he can give hints. But this is not Fiona, so Eliot bends the rules a little.]
The first one is the genus of blind snakes. They're deaf, so not hearing the Call makes her deaf.
[Get it??? :D
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Derp, derrrrrppppp, derp; Eliot keeps reaching new levels of dorkitude and he is painfully aware of it.]
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Normal people obviously know why. Lily's not going to ask.]
And the second and third?
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The second one is a tortoise and the third a hare.
You know... for the fable?
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[It's so hard to tell, over these radios. He sounded almost like he was trying to insult someone, but Aqua has no idea what any of those words mean.]
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['Trying' being the operative word here.]
She's the fighter, so I guess I expected they would bring her here quickly.
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But she may show up. My friends did.
[But then, they usually show up around or about wherever she is.]
What's her name?
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I'm glad for you.
[Eliot says it to be polite, but it's clear his heart's not really in it.]
My sister? Her name's Fiona.
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He misses his sister. And Louis feels bad. For various reasons, probably the greatest of which is the simple fact that he, an Infernal Lord, feels badly in the first place. It's a Penrose staircase of emotion and he does not like it. Oh, he misses the days of fire, brimstone, horns and little pointed goatees.]
I...
[How does I dad. He should say something bracing, something reassuring. Eliot is just a child, of course it makes sense that he would miss home more than he enjoys being around his father. They've only recently met, after all. One can't foist fifteen missed years upon the lad.]
- Eliot, how would you like to... go for a walk?
[He sounds like a dweeb. How odd. Lucifer, the Great Deceiver, coming off as a common plebeian. Perish the thought.]
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That said, the very sound of your voice makes him perk up. Missing Fiona is one thing, but there is an instant boost when the absentee father appears and sounds like he wants to do something with him. Eliot only daydreamed about this kind of thing all the time when he was the only male figure in the house.]
Louis! I-- erm.
[Note the lack of similar conundrums. Eliot has been keeping to himself and, per their last conversation, laying low. This has included not reaching out to his father, because dad was busy being an Infernal Lord.
Or something.
HOW DOES HE SON??]
Yeah. Let's do that!
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[He sounds happy about this. Genuinely, un-Infernally happy. Ugh, what is life. And... Eliot, must you persist in calling him by his name? Would it kill you to try 'Dad'?]
I... shall we meet at the Temple, perhaps, and go from there?
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Okay! I'll be there soon.
[That is the sound of Eliot going through his pod, scooping up the contents of his pack to ensure he is adequately equipped for whatever this 'walk' will entail.
Hey. A drive with Uncle Henry took him halfway around the world. He's a smart boy and knows to be prepared.
There is a pause as Eliot pulls on his shoes, then a scuffle as he tries to get out the door sans capybara.]
No. Cee! Stay, Cee! Stay here and watch the pod, okay?
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