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*Soliloquy* · (This post was last modified: 02-23-2015, 08:30 AM by Soliloquy.)

The more time he spent looking after these kids the more he realised that he was right. He wasn't cut out to be a father. They had sucked all of the fun from his life and yet he was still expected to run around after them pretending he was a good father. Like now for instance when he had wanted a nice snooze in the sunshine, he had been rudely awoken by the declaration that Shakespeare was missing. Now had it been Caesar, Soliloquy wouldn't have tried so hard (at least he told himself that anyway). Had it been Colette there would have been no reason to try as hard, you would have soon heard her. But Shakespeare hadn't left any trace as to where he had gone, the quietest of the kids was good at that and Sollioquy was sure he'd be able to cope alright but because he was the good one, he had to look for him.

The problem was however that they had no idea where he had gone, though of course scents had begun to be tracked Soliloquy had lost it somewhere along the lines and now wasn't sure whether to continue in hopes of picking it up again or loop back around and try find where he had lost it in the first place. Selfishly he chose the first option, proving yet again he was not a good father even to the favourite child. This time alone away from arguments, screams and children in general. It was wonderful.

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