Cass had just finished throwing the last of the louts out the door, a hand ruffling through his hair as he swaggered towards the counter,
Cass was pretty certain the woman was going to pull a knife on him, all the more those grey eyes were glaring daggers into him.
Except, now he knew where his father was.
Now he could have a relationship with his father.
Now he could write his ma and tell her that she could stop worrying about him finding out the truth and that he knew now, and that he never had been sore about the whole ordeal. Sometimes people didn't work out well with one another. He had seen those who had tried the whole "for the kids" thing, and they usually turned out worse than he had. At least his had been an accidental murder, and he had spent the years since making up for it, as much as he could.
Like he knew his old man would have.
@Cooper Maxwell
Aww my old man keep up with what I was doing, that's good to know. Here? As in right here, or here in general, man?He offered Coop a handkerchief, a clean one, from inside the leather jerkin, another coming from his pocket to wipe his own brow off.
Pretty hard to write when you don't leave a forwarding address,he finally added, as he stuffed the hanky back into his pocket, taking a moment to step aside for the smaller elven woman who had made her way back inside during the brawl, large grey eyes watching him even as he nodded to her.
Cass was pretty certain the woman was going to pull a knife on him, all the more those grey eyes were glaring daggers into him.
Well come here and let me get a hug on you, old man, how the hells have you been? I didn't know you were this close to the prison or I'd have been by sooner. They got me chasing an AWOL warden down, right bastard, but, you know how it is.He stepped closer to his father, and put his arms up for a quick hug -- after all, it had been nearly forty years since he had seen the man, but he was still his father, he wasn't going to miss the chance to have a good talk, and a good drink.
Ma kept telling me you were dead when I'd get letter from her, and well, warden work doesn't let me exactly get out too much to go hunting.
Except, now he knew where his father was.
Now he could have a relationship with his father.
Now he could write his ma and tell her that she could stop worrying about him finding out the truth and that he knew now, and that he never had been sore about the whole ordeal. Sometimes people didn't work out well with one another. He had seen those who had tried the whole "for the kids" thing, and they usually turned out worse than he had. At least his had been an accidental murder, and he had spent the years since making up for it, as much as he could.
Like he knew his old man would have.
So, Backwater, where's you get that from?
@Cooper Maxwell
02-01-2025, 10:07 PM
