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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:03 pm
Mot grimaced a bit, but managed to cast his feelings about his dad aside. "Ah, no. I'm not actually sure what he wields. I've never seen him draw his weapon." He murmured with a shrug.
He chuckled lightly, "Ah, I can believe that. Your papa is a scary man. Good, but scary."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:12 pm
Hel wondered why he grimaced when he talked about his father, and but like a lot of times, she didn’t feel like it was a good time to ask. Family issues were a touchy subject, she understood that whole heartedly. So for now, she could only wonder.
The ghoul laughed, pressing her hands against his cheeks, and was content to chatter at the cowboil until it was time for bed, keeping his head on her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair.
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