☘ 029; [video]

[solas_ion]

Yeah, that's real goddamned funny, kid.

[We open today, friends, with Lancer's halfhearted bitching to himself. Every so often, he looked at Tyrfing the Lucario walking beside him and sighed.]

Leave me with the red-eyed blue dog. Cute.

[Well, whatever. He had more important things to do now, after all.]

[...Not that any of that mattered, as the video abruptly ended with Lancer tackled by what looked like a blue-painted teenager.]

[The results before the video cut out resembled something like this with an unamused Lucario just sitting down to watch.]

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[three_geasa]

[He's okay with the blue. Did he mention that this stuff stains?]

Can ye nae catch me, faither? Gettin' a wee bit slow in yer auld age?

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[riastrad_ridire]

[GodDAMMIT kid.]

I'm not slow, dammit, you're just hard as hell to catch!

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[three_geasa]

[Somehow, after much wiggling and fighting, Connla ended up over Lancer's shoulder, face up with his head resting approximately on his father's sternum. At that point, he decided that this had been enough scrapping for one greeting and cut Lancer a break.]

Ye caut me.

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[riastrad_ridire]

[i would say someone should keep score, but that would eventually be pretty embarrassing for lancer]

About time.

[Hair ruffle, you little twerp.]

Nice to see you again, kid.

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[three_geasa]

Guid tae see ye, faither.

[He didn't mind the hair ruffle; by now it was probably stained almost as blue as Lancer's.]

Hoo hae ye bin?

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[riastrad_ridire]

Haven't had anyone tackle me out of nowhere in a while, so that's definitely a change. It's been pretty damn boring, actually.

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[three_geasa]

'Tis guid that A'm here tae leeven things up aroond here!

[He put both hands against Lancer's cheeks, smushing them in and leaving big blue handprints on his face.]

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[riastrad_ridire]

...th' hellre you doin'?

['The hell are you doing' in smushed face speak.]

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[three_geasa]

Naething!

[Just making your face look funnier funny.]

[He let go of Lancer's face and shimmied his way off of his father's shoulder and back onto his feet. Connla was shirtless and smeared blue and red-cheeked from both cold and exertion, and looked mightily pleased with all of it.]

A'm hungert. Lat's git something tae ett.

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[riastrad_ridire]

Geez...c'mon before you freeze to death.

[Is he picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder, Connla? Yes.]

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[three_geasa]

Aye!

[Hope you realize that you're paying, daddy. Your kid is a.) broke, and b.) in possession of an appetite as prodigious as his fighting. Growing boy and whatnot.]

[He just laughed when he was tossed; he'll hang out on your shoulder for a while. It was warmer like that, anyway.]

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[riastrad_ridire]

[Eh, what else is new.]

[...it probably says a lot that the sight of a blue-smeared guy in an awful shirt carrying a blue-smeared teenager isn't the strangest thing ever to happen in this place.]

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[three_geasa]

[Not even when said blue-smeared teenager has gotten the guy's hair out of its clasp and is starting to plait it?]

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[riastrad_ridire]

[Nooot even then.]

Hey. Knock that off, will ya?

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[three_geasa]

'Twill be feenisht in a blenk.

[Which means no, I'm braiding your hair and you will like it.]

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[riastrad_ridire]

Why.

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[three_geasa]

Why nae?

[THERE, he'll just put the clasp on at the bottom and you are fully braided.]

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[riastrad_ridire]

[SIGH.]

Whatever, kid. Knock yourself out.

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[three_geasa]

Can we git the cauld creim?

[He means ice cream. And he also means 'can I eat it until I puke a rainbow'.]