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 Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 4:59 pm
Ezeoha was trying his best to keep up with the older male, but he was considerably smaller and was getting worn out from the talking and the catching up. "The gems would've brightened up Baakir's appearance, would've added color to Baridi. You have no sense of style. Why give them all to one child when it was possible the others would get jealous? What kind of father are you?"
Wait, don't answer that. You're a terrible father, and all you have done is brought misery upon this family, this family that I'd now would prefer not to be my own!" He stopped chasing after his father at that point. He had been determined to get the last words in, determined to get the better of his father. Once that was accomplished Ezeoha would have nothing to do with the lion ever again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 5:03 pm
But Ezeoha wouldn't be given the final word.
Denahi stopped, turning around to stare directly at the still male. "Speak all you want, Ezeoha. For all you know if that pipesize brain of yours, is that you could've been the most terrible son, and I was cursed to be related to you." And then he was gone.
The charcoal male would return soon, but perhaps he needed some time to cool off.
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