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don’t make me go wumbo ([personal profile] grice) wrote2020-08-27 11:53 am
expio: ([ affable.)

[personal profile] expio 2020-11-07 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's trying to imagine what Colt was like - imagining a taller, broader-shouldered Falco. a strategist, he said... sharp witted, probably friendly if his younger brother's disposition was any indication. he's smiling softly to himself, when the question stirs him from thought.

...Abel glances down at him as if surprised - really, it's been a very long time since anyone had asked him much of anything personal. there's a hesitation before he answers ]


No, I... [ ... ] ...not anymore. [ it's a bit quiet. ] I have a younger sister, but... we don't see each other very often. I guess you could say work keeps us apart.

[ ...the rest, for a long time have been--

--he nudges gently at his glasses, and smiles brightly ]


I have many good friends by my side, and I can't help but think of them as family now... so I'm never lonely! I'm just glad they're patient and kind enough to put up with me, you know...? I really should be more grateful, I think. Maybe I'll try to remember to say 'thank you' when I get home.
expio: ([ chin up!)

[personal profile] expio 2020-11-08 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Perfect~! [ their destination is within reach, and Abel gives Falco a gentle pat of his head, mussing his hair fondly. ]

Okay, then I'll part ways with you here for now. Please have a good time and do your best to take it easy, alright...? We'll do something fun next time we meet, so I want you to look forward to it~!
expio: ([ utmost fondness.)

[personal profile] expio 2020-11-09 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Abel waves him off with no shortage of affection. this kiddo...... ]

I'll see you soon...! Give Leon a hug for me...!

[ ...and he waits to ensure the boy safely gets into the house, before he heaves a quiet but relieved exhale, the fond smile at his lips lingering despite himself.

well, it seems... Falco isn't the only one who's drawn a bit of comfort from the day. he turns in the direction of home, and it must be his imagination... but his footsteps feel a bit lighter ]