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[nolimon]

*Grabs a light breakfast then wanders in to the lounge.*

*Double-takes at the sight of his father, fast asleep on the couch.*

Sword propped up beside him, muddy boots, looking generally dishevelled...must have fallen in another "bramble patch." :S

*Taps him on the shoulder* Attô?

*shakes him gently* Attô! Are you all right?

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[tar_calion]

*stirs slightly*

*mumbles* They'reonlyorcs...whaddyaworriedabout?

[nolimon]

Huh?

*shakes harder* Attô!

[tar_calion]

Hmph? Wha...? Attack?

*Flails, fumbles for his sword and falls off the couch*

*shakes his head* Oh. Hello boy.

...

What are you doing up?

[nolimon]

*blinks* It's morning. Why were you sleeping on the couch? Did you and Ammê have a fight?