Stavanger Bay and every minute gets longer

lmfao i love how awkward this thread really is. typical ostregas, they don't know what to do with each other when they do encounter one another...

Message received; the topic may as well have plummeted off the radar altogether. And quickly, Mordecai was finding that he did not know what to do with the teen when it came to conversation. Truthfully when it came to the matters of conversation, Mordecai did not have experience with many younger individuals. Even his choice of companions in travel were of the experienced sort. He was aware of his fumbles and moreso, perhaps the precision in which Charon picked them his faltering.

So when the topic turned to that of family, Mordecai unconsciously sensed a foothold to take hold of. "There's lots of family, heaps of it," he stated. "There's a lot of history to our name as well… where would you like me to begin?" It seemed easier to him to let the youth pick and choose what it was that he wanted to know. To pile and heap all of that information upon him seemed crude, overwhelming. And if this was one of the last pieces of his brother that lingered about, Mordecai suddenly felt it pertinent to share whatever it was that Charon would want to know.