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Arthur wiped his face on his sleeve, but didn't look back up to meet his father's eyes. Though his hair had been rendered a mess by the little spat he was now getting into trouble for, Azelle could surely see the shame turning his face a hot shade of red. He always forgot that the worst part of starting a fight was explaining it afterwards until... it got to be afterwards.
"...He started it," was the excuse that finally managed to work its way out of his mouth. The usual one. Arthur always meant it, because his dad had raised him well, and good kids didn't throw punches for no reason. He didn't like disappointing his father either, but if it came between that and letting someone slander his parents?
Well, Arthur had maybe thrown the first punch.
He risked a look up to Azelle's face. Would he actually be mad? Arthur could only get away with this so many times, he thought.
ARTHUR:
@azelfire
Arthur wiped his face on his sleeve, but didn’t look back up to meet his father’s eyes. Though his hair had been rendered a mess by the little spat he was now getting into trouble for, Azelle could surely see the shame turning his face a hot shade of red. He always forgot that the worst part of starting a fight was explaining it afterwards until… it got to be afterwards.
“…He started it,” was the excuse that finally managed to work its way out of his mouth. The usual one. Arthur always meant it, because his dad had raised him well, and good kids didn’t throw punches for no reason. He didn’t like disappointing his father either, but if it came between that and letting someone slander his parents?
Well, Arthur had maybe thrown the first punch.
He risked a look up to Azelle’s face. Would he actually be mad? Arthur could only get away with this so many times, he thought.
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Azelle sighs. Once the boy Arthur was quarreling with scrambles away, likely seeking the same sort of parental comfort or guidance that Arthur is now dreading. He stares at Arthur. He doesn’t mean to make his poor son squirm, he doesn’t even believe he has much of a disapproving glare on his face. He’d hate it if he ever gave his son the impression that his brother gave him growing up, so he forces a half-hearted smile.
❝ And I finished it, ❞ he replies, half-joking, half-not. He already knows the reason any child would have started something Arthur feels the need to fight for. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, but he at least has pride in the fact that Arthur doesn’t act out like this just for any reason. Maybe he’s raising his son right, after all. ❝ Did you get hurt?? ❞
That’s more important right now. The scolding can come after.
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