Somwhere in the Preserve | Sunday Afternoon

[noearsyet]

So Kyle had a kid show up. George pretty much found that hilarious. Especially when Kyle was a bit nonplussed, and George didn't have any kids showing up to call him Da this year. Things were a lot funnier this year, yeah

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[weetinyconnor]

"Are you making that up?" John asked. His father trusted George, and John could see why, but his mom had drilled caution into him too much to be too relaxed without Kyle around.

[noearsyet]

Chuckling, he settled on the ground, brushing away the leaves to reveal a bare patch of dirt. "Nah. Tis a game we play at home," George glanced up at John. "Trick game wit' knives. Gotta have fast hands though."

[weetinyconnor]

"I'm fast. I know how use knives," he insisted. Nevertheless, he kept his distance while watching with curiosity.

[noearsyet]

George skidded a knife across the ground towards John and flipped another into his own hands. "First ye flip it from hand t'hand, jus' wit' a half turn each time," he said, demonstrating before moving to the next trick of making the knife spin twice each time.

[weetinyreese]

A certain amount of paranoia made Kyle take the long way back from the cache. He set down the bag he had slung over his shoulder. One by one, the guns came out and he set them on the ground. "Did I miss anything?"

[weetinyconnor]

"No," John said, glancing over at George then fixing his gaze on the guns. Mom would approve of the weaponry Kyle was pulling out. "George showed me how to play a knife game."

[weetinyreese]

"Any serious wounds?" It was worth checking.

[noearsyet]

"Only to me heart after that blonde lass stole it," George teased, leaning back lazily on his elbows. Guns weren't so much his thing. "Oh, ye mean t'Jonny-boy. Nah. He's good wit' knives."