Stavanger Bay i'm a gambling man, pol
he's raised on the edge of the devil's backbone
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Ooc — Phi
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Arturo chuckled at the child's comical look: with her tongue sticking out of her mouth before, apparently delighted by his attention to her growth she jumped in a circle, giggling. A sound that the gangster found that he missed in his life. He had never thought he would miss the giggling of a young child, at first. Though, admittedly, often times with his young their giggling oft meant they were getting into some sort of trouble or trying to hide something from their mother or him. Sometimes, their giggling was something to worry about. This did not, presently anyway, seem to be the case with Chusi. The gangster's tail swayed happily behind him, brushing against his haunches of his will and not just from the strong breeze that rolled constantly off the ocean. “You will.” Arturo affirmed with a sage nod. All too soon, perhaps. Children tended to grow so very fast. Too fast if Arturo was being honest. The worst part was the worry did not ever truly leave: even now full grown and capable of handling themselves like Fearghal's like Teaghlaigh in the world Arturo worried for his children.

Chusi admitted to missing them, to missing him and the gangster offered her a fond, sad smile. The truth was he missed her too. “Well; I suspect,” Arturo drew with a contemplative breath looking up and over the girl's head to the sentinels rising in the near distance. “I haven't spoken with Szymon one on one in some time,” Which was a shame, really, because Arturo rather liked the fair haired Cairn; but both men were busy and Arturo spent more and more of his time in the Forest he had turned his intentions of conquering to. Recruiting, border markings — it all took up time. Most of his time. “I don't know much of the other child, though I assume she is well too,” Arturo admitted. He hadn't even been aware of her presence until he'd seen her at the activity.

“What if you didn't have to miss me? I'm settling my Family in a forest north of here,” He gestured in the general direction with his muzzle. “What if you went with me? Became apart of The Family?” Arturo inquired, studying the girl carefully for her reaction.
wreathed in iron and in fire
i bare my bloody teeth
and only pity makes my strike so clean
Messages In This Thread
i'm a gambling man, pol - by Arturo - September 20, 2016, 03:27 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Chusi - September 21, 2016, 09:21 AM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Arturo - September 21, 2016, 01:18 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Chusi - September 21, 2016, 02:20 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Arturo - September 21, 2016, 03:41 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Chusi - September 22, 2016, 10:01 AM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Arturo - September 22, 2016, 11:50 AM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Chusi - September 22, 2016, 02:55 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Arturo - September 22, 2016, 04:22 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Chusi - September 23, 2016, 12:56 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Arturo - September 23, 2016, 02:27 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Chusi - September 25, 2016, 06:16 AM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Arturo - September 25, 2016, 07:00 AM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Chusi - September 25, 2016, 02:23 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Arturo - September 25, 2016, 03:18 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Chusi - September 26, 2016, 12:56 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Arturo - September 26, 2016, 02:30 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Chusi - September 26, 2016, 02:49 PM
RE: i'm a gambling man, pol - by Arturo - September 27, 2016, 01:24 PM