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Lorcan himself was, for now, rather ambivalent about this news save the unwavering sense of having missed something significant. To be related to a serial killer, much less a beast he had only heard of in tales, meant little to his lived experience. He wasn’t one much to concern himself with legacy or history: the present was far more pressing a matter.
What did catch his interest was the way Falun and Alwyn spoke to one another. His ears flicked, noting the way the older todd spoke of…what he presumed, then, would be his uncle? and how his cousin likewise responded to the jibe. It was impossible not to glance to his father at the mention of MinoComm, wondering what he would make of the comment. Similarly, it became difficult, once he had noticed it, not to frown at the cloth-covered cabinet for a beat. It felt out of place in his parents’ cabin.
He did not voice his opinion, attention soon pulled back to the conversation at paw. “Aye,” Lorcan replied. “Pretty much first thing we did, wasn’t it, Kinz? Not sure how I feel about all the engines and whatnot seein’ as I used to make money repairing canvas, but suppose I’ll be paid to do better work’n that.”
What did catch his interest was the way Falun and Alwyn spoke to one another. His ears flicked, noting the way the older todd spoke of…what he presumed, then, would be his uncle? and how his cousin likewise responded to the jibe. It was impossible not to glance to his father at the mention of MinoComm, wondering what he would make of the comment. Similarly, it became difficult, once he had noticed it, not to frown at the cloth-covered cabinet for a beat. It felt out of place in his parents’ cabin.
He did not voice his opinion, attention soon pulled back to the conversation at paw. “Aye,” Lorcan replied. “Pretty much first thing we did, wasn’t it, Kinz? Not sure how I feel about all the engines and whatnot seein’ as I used to make money repairing canvas, but suppose I’ll be paid to do better work’n that.”
