you gotta fight for your right to laze

Alas his nose had not betrayed him, the smell of his boy being confirmed by the shifting in the reeds up ahead and as it stopped, a small peep of 'Dad?' spilling out into the morning air. Judas couldn’t help the smirk which lingered over his features, a half-cocked grin which he often wore. Shaking out his coat, Judas made way around the edges of the lake bed and would find his son there, looking more each day like the father which bore himself, Skoll. ”Should have known I'd find you lazing around a beach somewhere.” He laughs, turning his dark eyes off from the kid and onto the lake, which, not far from them, dropped down to an open ocean. ”Too much like your ol' man already.” Already just six months and he had a streak to wander off away from his home and any responsibilities.