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[nolimon]

*Grabs a light breakfast then wanders in to the lounge.*

*Double-takes at the sight of his father, fast asleep on the couch.*

Sword propped up beside him, muddy boots, looking generally dishevelled...must have fallen in another "bramble patch." :S

*Taps him on the shoulder* Attô?

*shakes him gently* Attô! Are you all right?

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[tar_calion]

*stirs slightly*

*mumbles* They'reonlyorcs...whaddyaworriedabout?

[tar_calion]

Ah, shit.

You remember that?

[nolimon]

*nods* I was sick. You took me outside and you were telling me about...erm...wotshisname, Yarendeel. And then she came and tried to grab me. :S

[tar_calion]

*sighs* You're too smart for your own good, you know that?

[nolimon]

*climbs into your lap and hugs*

>:(

Is she the "something that came up"?

[tar_calion]

*le sigh*

Yes boy. It's all right, no one got badly hurt. We're professionals even though we don't act like it much.

[nolimon]

Get someone else to fight her next time. *nod nod*

[tar_calion]

*sigh* I didn't go looking for trouble, 'Thôr, she and her mother just turned up. I couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

[nolimon]

:(

*Feels a sulk coming on.*

[tar_calion]

Listen, if it worries you that much I won't go looking for fights, okay? I promise. I'm getting to old for that silly nonsense anyway.

But if anyone threatens you or your mother, it's open season on them. Sorry, but that would just mean war.

Deal?

[nolimon]

You're not fibbing, are you?

[tar_calion]

Why would I be fibbing? :|

[nolimon]

You fibbed about the brambles.

[tar_calion]

Well I'm not fibbing this time.

[nolimon]

Prove it.

[tar_calion]

*splutters* Because!

*thinks* >_<

Because I told a lie about the brambles because I didn't want to worry you. Right? Soooo, not going out of my way to pick fights will help stop you worrying. Therefore, I'm telling the truth about not picking fights.