08.May.22, 04:32 AM
Okay, Larnell would give Zoremet that – it would be likely that K’dar would lie and say everything was fine, even (if not especially) if it weren’t. It was a rather solid family trait, that apparently spread to even those not actually related by blood. That said, Larnell was fairly sure just being in such constant contact with all of his cousins was more than enough to rub off on anyone. Though it seemed the girls took after his mother, more than his uncle. He hadn’t seen Mylorah or Casa squirming with unimaginable amounts of guilt over nothing. Funny, how that seemed to have worked out.
“I still think you should send him a note,” Larnell said, giving a lock of Zoremet’s hair a gentle, teasing tug. “Let him know you are worried.” Communication was an important skillset, but especially between friends and family. Something Larnell was quite sure his piece of shit father was too stupid to comprehend. Hopefully his cousins wouldn’t be as dense. Larnell sighed, however, when the firelizard got snippy, relocated, and set Zoremet off into another wave of self-pity. Honestly.
“Well, it could be,” Larnell said, adjusting his long limbs where they were being squished under his cousin, so he could get some blood circulating to his feet again. The hand not petting Zoremet’s hair brushed his own long blonde locks out of his face. “But making assumptions has never helped anyone.”
“I still think you should send him a note,” Larnell said, giving a lock of Zoremet’s hair a gentle, teasing tug. “Let him know you are worried.” Communication was an important skillset, but especially between friends and family. Something Larnell was quite sure his piece of shit father was too stupid to comprehend. Hopefully his cousins wouldn’t be as dense. Larnell sighed, however, when the firelizard got snippy, relocated, and set Zoremet off into another wave of self-pity. Honestly.
“Well, it could be,” Larnell said, adjusting his long limbs where they were being squished under his cousin, so he could get some blood circulating to his feet again. The hand not petting Zoremet’s hair brushed his own long blonde locks out of his face. “But making assumptions has never helped anyone.”