| Ficbit Challenge 4
Thirty-Three
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| "Young master, dinner is--" Gremio stopped there, hanging on the doorknob
of Tir's room. Tir wasn't there. Frowning a bit, Gremio did what he always
did in these situations: he closed his eyes and listened for the ruckus.
When he found it, he followed it. "Young master! Dinner is YOUNG MASTER!"
The eleven-year-old Tir cringed and tried, somewhat belatedly, to hide the wood-ax he was holding. Gremio half-collapsed against the wall, clutching dramatically at his chest. It wasn't entirely convincing since he was only twenty-two and unlikely to have a heart attack any time in the near future, but sometimes it felt like he would anyway. "What are you doing with that? You could have hurt someone! Give me that!" Tir meekly handed the wood-ax and its leather cover over, staring down at the floor and scuffing his feet. Gremio scowled and carefully slid the ax into its cover, then folded his arms over his chest and said, "Tir, look at me." "Uh uh." Tir continued to stare down at the floor, hunching his shoulders. "Tir, look at me." "Don't wanna." "Tir!" Tir swallowed and traced a line on the floor with his toes, then looked up at Gremio. Gremio looked down at the 'X' carefully drawn on Tir's left cheek with ink and swallowed and said, "Oh." Followed shortly by "... is that one of my good towels, Tir?" "... uh huh..." Tir unslung his makeshift cloak and handed it over. |
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