04-05-2020, 04:39 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]It proved to be no surprise that as soon as he finished a project, his family came pouring out of the woodworks to examine his work. Should be expected at this point, really. He turned to face Aurum as the larger creature came inside his home after only a knock to announce his presence. Brief irritation flashed through the sawbones- was it not good practice to wait to be invited inside? The feeling was quickly pushed away; it soon became evident that he only had good will towards the family. “Good afternoon, Aurum. Thank you. I’m just trying to.. relax, like Beck said.” A ping of guilt was felt as he said these words; did he really deserve to relax? There was always more work to be done, after all.
He was not allowed much time to linger on this thought, as his sons began to appear from every direction. Ivan, who most closely resembled himself, was the first to comment. He kindly flicked an ear as he listened to his comments. “I was thinking about giving it to your sister,” he told him in a warm voice. “I think she’d like it, don’t you?” He turned to Atticus as he approached, giving him a tender nod in greeting, feeling no need to repeat the answer to a similar question. Winston, too, received a nod in greeting, not wishing to frighten him by calling too much attention to his presence.
He chuckled softly as Simon pressed close to him, amusement taking hold as Selby briefly pushed his chin into the top of his son’s head to acknowledge him. “Sure thing, Simon. Thank you for remembering to use your manners,” he praised, setting the finished piece aside to gather a new cord of wire. “What colors do you want?” Then, to the others gathered: “Do any of you want one?”
He was not allowed much time to linger on this thought, as his sons began to appear from every direction. Ivan, who most closely resembled himself, was the first to comment. He kindly flicked an ear as he listened to his comments. “I was thinking about giving it to your sister,” he told him in a warm voice. “I think she’d like it, don’t you?” He turned to Atticus as he approached, giving him a tender nod in greeting, feeling no need to repeat the answer to a similar question. Winston, too, received a nod in greeting, not wishing to frighten him by calling too much attention to his presence.
He chuckled softly as Simon pressed close to him, amusement taking hold as Selby briefly pushed his chin into the top of his son’s head to acknowledge him. “Sure thing, Simon. Thank you for remembering to use your manners,” he praised, setting the finished piece aside to gather a new cord of wire. “What colors do you want?” Then, to the others gathered: “Do any of you want one?”