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'Cause I'm on my bullshit like a matador - Kaisel - 07-12-2026
There has been an influx of little terrors, otherwise known as children, in his life as of late. He's reconsidering the conversation he and Flora had, when he thought he was accidentally a dad already, and wondering if it might be too late to submit his choice again with a new answer. The twins are already a lot—double the fun, when he's not in charge of them, but twice the trouble when he is. Their identicalness is problematic on the best of days and weaponized on the worst, especially if he ever misplaces one and can never be sure if he keeps finding the same one or the second one—he's tempted to bring a marker next time and secretly dot one of them somewhere only he can see.
Now though, there's only one child, but gods help him, it's Charlie's. That in and of itself is plenty, but add to that she's an ancient and Dygra demigod, and he might as well be conducting Mission Impossible: babysitting edition. [say]"Okay, sooooo, this is the port where all the main trading happens. We're gonna find the best flowers for you and your mom."[/say] He considers for a moment, pinching his chin as they walk, his backpack swaying behind him. [say]"Well, second best. Uncle Mateo's are the best, but I needed to pick up some other things for dinner while we're here."[/say] And also he hoped by walking up and down the port, he'd wear her out, but that seems nearly an impossible thing with ancients if e's being honest.
RE: 'Cause I'm on my bullshit like a matador - Knell - 07-12-2026
Having accepted his mission, Knell happily strolls alongside Special Agent Dad, oblivious to the secret objectives. She's more of an information gatherer herself, soaking in his every word while her gaze flits from one ostentatious stall to the next. There's just so much. The variety of colors and smells and wares and accents draw her attention in every direction, a million questions and theories rising from each new observation, flickering in her eyes like raindrops on a clear pond only to cascade into an infinite series of ripples that she'll never have enough time to identify. Instead, Knell keeps her mouth shut - figuratively since it's in a fixed position of awe - and absorbs as much as she can, trying desperately not to miss anything that might help her learn more about this trading hub.
Her tail steadies her when one of the planks shifts beneath her feet, avoiding an awkward stumble when she sweeps the bustling crowds for flowers. [say]"Why are Uncle Mateo's the best?"[/say] she asks absently, angling up on her toes when she sees a billow of oddly colored smoke. Are her eyes playing tricks on her or are they shaped funny?
Knell's red hair falls over a shoulder when she tilts her head to see around an exceptionally tall man ahead of them. [say]"And what's for dinner?"[/say]