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[forgotten_son]

*sits in his room and looks frantically through history books, trying to find even one mention of his name*

Damn. *sets the most recent book on the growing pile* Sixty four books and not one had my name in it.

*wonders if his father somehow altered records to deny his existance*

*sulks*

*notices that the sound of knives hitting the door has

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[golfin]

DAMMIT BOY WHY AREN'T YOU TALLER?!

[forgotten_son]

Sorry, sir, I used to be taller but I'm not any more I'll try harder.

[golfin]

Damn straight you will. Fucking disappointment.

[forgotten_son]

>:|

YOU KNOW WHAT!? MAYBE IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW TALL I AM OR HOW STRONG I AM OR HOW BRAVE I AM. MAYBE YOU'LL STILL HATE ME NO MATTER WHAT I DO.

[ar_feiniel]

*calls round to see her Ada*

[forgotten_son]

*walks out of the house looking for the lawnmower*

Fucking bastard.

[ar_feiniel]

*walks past cheerfully*

[forgotten_son]

Good moring, Irisse.

[caranthire]

*wanders by on her own*

*watches you mow the lawn*

Has my twat of an uncle turned you into a gardener?

[forgotten_son]

He calls it "therapy."

[caranthire]

I call it a pile of wank, personally.

By the way... I've found a couple of footnotes in one book and half a chapter on you in a couple of obscure history books I've got.

[forgotten_son]

I'M IN A BOOK!?!? :D :D :D *glee*