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scarlett arbuckle Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2020 4:17 am
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This was… nice. Hugging his dad for a while, without a patient or… his siblings coming in. Isaia sighed and squeezed a bit tighter… but leaned back when his dad was done, feeling… lighter, somehow.
But then- a delighted gasp tore from him, and immediately the boy scrambled to his feet, bouncing excitedly. “Oh! Yeah! Yes-- I will! I promise!! I’ll be so good--”
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2020 4:18 am
[9/10]
Hah-- that perked him up. Uquin smirked softly, pushing himself to stand again, with a slight grunt of exertion. He was, after all, getting older these days… “If only you could be all the time…”
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scarlett arbuckle Vice Captain
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scarlett arbuckle Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2020 4:20 am
[9/10]
… Hmf. Isaia paused for a moment, his jubilation temporarily snuffed out by the thoughtless comment. “Yeah, and I wish MOM was here all the time.” He shot back, grumpily, the statement sharper than maybe he intended it to be.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2020 4:22 am
[10/10]
Uquin, who had already shifted back towards the half prepared lunch, paused at the icy statement, swallowing hard. The familiar urge to scold his son was there - but… the moment, warm and rare moments before, kept him from responding. Not right now.
Instead, he gave his son a lingering look as if to say ‘That’s alright, to feel that way,’ then turned back to preparing the food. After a long bit of silence… he finally spoke again.
“Alright. … If you help me prepare some for dinner, you can play for the rest of the afternoon until the sun comes down.”
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scarlett arbuckle Vice Captain
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scarlett arbuckle Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2020 4:23 am
[10/10]
… Huh. Isaia expected to be sent back to his room, or have his name called in that tone that said he’d crossed a line. But instead his dad just… looked at him for a moment. The boy was left feeling a bit hollowed out, and was tempted to retreat to his room anyway.
Instead, he cleared his throat and slowly shuffled closer at the peace offering, nodding as he began to help.
Anyway… mom would be here, soon, and maybe this weird conversation could be forgotten.
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