Do Your Worst
11-23-2018, 07:39 PM
"Not afraid, just being sensible. I'm not a big bruiser like you. I don't want to fight if I don't have to." In response to this Valentine shot a sly look over his shoulder. "So wise for one so young. Where's the reckless naivety of youth?" He tsked and shook his head with mock disappointment before sighing, "I don't understand your generation." Jupiter told her to call him that, huh? We-he-hell. He was going to have to shove that little cosmic bastard down a hill next time he saw him. Aerndis began asking him what she could call him and the barrage of pet names brought a sigh to the old King's lips. He didn't want to be a grandpa. Grandpas were old fuddy duddies who'd somehow managed to live past their usefulness. The problem wasn't with the grandkids or the pet names, it was with his inability to accept his age. He didn't feel old so how could he be old? "Oh," he said dryly. "The last one - definitely the last one." "Told you, I'm looking for a place to bury grandkids." In response to her wanting to tag along, he shrugged and shot a sly glance back at her. "Sure, it'll save me a trip once I find a good spot to plant you." |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.