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It was not an argument that came in response to his words, but laughter. The sound, having become but a stranger to him in the recent years, made his ears fall back. His expression did not change, displaying not even a hint of any known emotion; he was but a statue, wiped clean of trivial feelings by his daughter’s antics. Amusement never crossed his features, nor would it ever, as he glanced away from her. The Inuk’s eyes found their way back towards the water’s surface, where they lingered as he considered what words might next leave his mouth. Ultimately, he merely shook his head and pushed himself forward, placing several steps worth of distance between them. “Stuff like that is nothing to joke about,” he stated, calm yet stern. “Those types of jokes would have resulted in a punishment up north. No elder wants to hear a family member of theirs say something like that.” Although he was well aware that he was in the north no longer, he couldn’t help but default back to the ways in which he was raised. And, as more years passed, the more the distance between the north and the south began to blur.

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