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𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱
𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙨,
𝗳𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙
𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝙠𝙞𝙙.
Not entirely a compliment but I think I'll let you have it considering you mentioned torture and I feel kinda bad.
Huffing, eyes closed as he rests his head upon Sprinks lap. She's one of the only people he trusts to even attempt this with.
"Like you wouldn't believe," he chuckles, cracking an eye open. "I feel like training has been running me / ragged /. I dunno how you girls do it!"
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[ Ah! So happy wing flap!! ]
Oh!!! Hiya, boss-man!! ^w^
needed a break? You picked a good spots!!!!
Abel seems to stand a little taller, mostly from nerves, as Adam approaches. He looks so / different / now, it really takes a second to process this is still his father.
Raising a hand with an awkward laugh, he knocks knuckles against the helmet, LED grin crooked.
"I dunno,
IIII . . am absolutely unable to do that, like, at all. Ever. I mean.
You've / met / me, dad, I'm not gonna cause any unnecessary drama? Especially not with a landlord of all people!
Holding three lambs underneath his arm with an absolutely amused grin.
"Listen, I'm so not against you guys wandering around, but how about a warning 'baa' or two before running off?"
And the embassy is exactly where Abel finds himself, helmet donned as he waits anxiously near the entrance from the inside.
Their last meeting didn't exactly end / well /, and he just doesn't know what to expect from his own father now.








