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Custom Build: HG 1/144 Graze custom + Long Distance Transport Booster Kutan
MODELER: LANdark
Cadmus, Kutan, and Saladin, all go out to lunch one day. While out, the husbands let Kutan loose on the playground.
This is a mistake.
Kutan immediately tackles another child and wrestles them to the ground, laughing, but the kid clunks to the floor crying and wailing frantincally.
Saladin is first to jump and pull Kutan off the kid. He speaks in Ulurant, "Kutan, no. Humans are more fragile than Cabal, and they don't engage in violence for fun."
Kutan looks at his father, eyes wide. "Then... how do Humans play?" he asks.
"You simply ask them, and then you sit down, build things, play games together, but do not engage in a fight. Not unless they're deserving of one, or they ask."
There, Cadmus frowns, and walks over to Saladin. In the common tongue, he says, "Is that any way to raise our kid?" He sighs. "Kutan is young and impressionable, and without proper guidance, he will become a force of brutality to be reckoned with."
"So no different than you or I? Good," Saladin replies, standing up. He looks at Kutan and speaks again in Ulurant. "Go apologize to that kid you tackled, and ask if they want to play a game. Ok?"
Kutan nods, and runs off toward the kid, asking shyly, "Play?"
There, the kid looks up, tears in their eyes. "Why? You're a meanie!"
Kutan shakes his head. "No! Not meanie! Just Uluran! Play?" He picks up a ball, and holds it to the kid.
The kid wipes their face, and nods. Together, the two run off, onto the playground, and wreak havoc together.
Cadmus sighs. He speaks the common tongue again. "Teaching our son to fight for honor is not the right thing."
"Uluran will die defending their honor," Saladin explains. "I don't hope Kutan will do this, but nonetheless, he is Uluran. He must maintain his heritage, and others must respect it just as much."
'I suppose... But, what if..."
"We won't lose him, too," Saladin promises, and he walks to Cadmus, holding his hands close. Smiling, he leans up, kissing Cadmus gently. "I swear on my life, he won't be another casualty. He's our boy. And we will protect him at all costs."
Cadmus smiles now, and nods. He kisses Saladin back, squeezing his hands gently.
Together, both watch their son play on the playground, with his new friend, and all is well.
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