let's get this over with

*Lark* · 07-01-2017, 11:40 AM

Though he'd been hoping Sparrow would reply to his call, and that her scent trail might not be too old, he still felt his stomach tense with dread when he heard her approach. Not that he didn't want to see her, no, that was far from how he felt; but he had been dreading this conversation for awhile.

She didn't seem to have any idea what he wanted, and Lark wasn't sure whether to be grateful for that lack of realization or not. She still seemed happy to see him, and he returned her enthusiasm with a rare wide grin of his own. "I'm fine, I guess," he admitted, hoping his voice didn't betray the uncertainty he felt about that statement. He was glad to return the affection to his sister, though, leaning to nuzzle her neck lightly as she pulled away.

Had he heard from Dad? Honestly, no, not in awhile, not since Bass had spoken to him about the puppies he had taken in to Abaven and had sort of been watching over. "Not really," he said, shrugging his wide shoulders. "I spoke to him about that briefly, but it was awhile back. He wanted to make sure it wasn't weird for him to be taking care of them. Like, we wouldn't feel.. replaced, I guess?" Lark shrugged slightly again - he hadn't felt like that at all. But now he found himself wondering if maybe he should feel like that, if it meant not seeing their dad hardly at all anymore.

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